Terror In Riverdale
Archie Fan -  betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca 
A New secret government agency stops a terrorist attack in Riverdale


This story was written as a commission a while back and is just being posted
now

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The dark grey Dassault Falcon 7X business jet made its approach toward
Riverdale Municipal Airport. In the tower the controllers had been caught
slightly off guard by the airplane. Riverdale's airport was a small one with
commuter flights to bigger airports in Washington and New York and didn't
normally handle international travel; however the Falcon 7X was arriving from
overseas and was registered in Qatar. They'd contacted Homeland Security about
the plane and they had said to allow it to land.

The plane came in for its landing and touched down without incident and taxied
to a nearby hanger to park. The people on board were told to wait for a TSA
agent to arrive before disembarking.

The TSA agent arrived with tablet he used to process passports and moments
later the plane's two passengers walked down the air stairs. The first was a
male about 5'10 with a middle-eastern complexion; he had short cut black hair
but a long thick scruffy beard and he had a somewhat average build that was
slightly on the portly side.

Next to him was a woman. It was impossible to tell what she even looked like
as she was wearing a niqab that hid everything about her from view except for
her brown eyes.

"Can I see your passports please?" the TSA agent requested.

The two of them produced their passports and the TSA agent looked them over,
taking pictures of them with his tablet. There was a palpable tension as the
two passengers waited for their passports to be checked.

"Welcome to America Mr. and Mrs. Ali," the TSA agent finally said as he handed
the passports back.

The husband took them.

A few minutes later the couple was in a town car, their luggage in the trunk.
The town car took them to a small hotel on the south side of Riverdale. The
driver helped them unload their luggage, and then the husband checked them
into their room.

Once they were in their room and alone the woman removed her Niqab, revealing
that she had been holding a Russian SR-2 submachine underneath the gown. She
also appeared to be about 4 months pregnant.

"I was worried back there at the airport," she said. "I didn't think that the
border agent would believe we were Mr. and Mrs. Ali."

"I told you Tashfeen," the man said. "The guy we bought them from is a pro.
And these Americans are idiots anyway."

"Yes Rizwan, but the long time he was looking at them, it had me worried,"
Tashfeen replied.

The two of them were in fact married but they were not Mr. and Mrs. Ali. They
were actually Rizwan and Tashfeen Farook. Rizwan was from a wealthy Pakistani
family while Tashfeen was from a prominent Lebanese family; both families had
ties to terrorist organizations.

"Let's check on the weapons," Rizwan said as he opened up one of the
suitcases.

The large metal suitcase was filled with bricks of C4 as well as AK-47 style
assault rifles. The two of them took the guns out and began checking that they
were still working. The couple had come to America to deliver the weapons to a
sleeper terrorist cell that were planning an imminent attack. They'd come to
the small out of the way town of Riverdale to avoid attracting attention.

This was actually the third time Rizwan and Tashfeen had smuggled weapons into
America. The first had resulted in a mass-shooting at a bank in Miami, while
the second time had resulted in a bombing in Baltimore. The terrorist cell
they were delivering the weapons to this time were planning an attack in New
York City.

After making sure that everything they had brought was there and not damaged,
they closed up the metal suitcase. Just then there was a knock on the door to
their hotel room. Rizwan and Tashfeen looked at each other wondering who it
was.

"Who's there?" Rizwan called out as Tashfeen began putting the niqab back on.

"Housekeeping," a female voice replied.

"We don't need anything, go away," Rizwan responded.

He gave a slight sigh of relief as he turned back to his wife who had stopped
putting the niqab back on.

"Stupid Americans," Rizwan said to his wife. "Why would we need housekeeping
when we just checked into the room not even twenty minutes ago?"

Before Tashfeen could reply there was the sound of wood cracking as the door
to the room broken off of its hinges, followed seconds later by the sound of a
small metal object clinking as it rolled along the floor. Both of them
recognized the sound of a flash bang grenade and they turned away from the
door and closed their eyes and covered their ears a half second before it went
off.

Even so they were still disoriented as they looked up to see two people enter
the room. One a man in full tactical gear, the other a woman in a tight
fitting black leather body suit, with dark red hair that was cut in a bob that
went to just above her shoulders. The SR-2 was on the ground near Tashfeen's
feet and she quickly picked it up and opened fire. The male intruder took
cover even though he was wearing body armour. However the woman did nothing
and in fact stepped to cover the male despite the fact she wasn't wearing any
armour. The bullets struck her only to simply bounce off.

But while her body seemed impervious, her outfit was ripped apart by the
bullets. Tashfeen continued to fire unloading her submachine gun's entire
thirty-round magazine. As the woman's suit became more and more ripped it
looked to Rizwan and Tashfeen as though it was ripping even more because the
woman was growing. All of a sudden there was a loud tear and the woman
suddenly shot up to eight and a half feet tall in a matter of seconds. Muscles
practically exploded into existence tearing apart her leather body suit living
only a few tatters.

Rizwan and Tashfeen just looked at this titanic woman in utter disbelief, to
dumbfounded to do anything as the woman approached and reached out with both
hands grabbing each of them by the neck. The couple tried to pry the woman's
fingers off but she was far too strong. The woman squeezed and the two
terrorists quickly passed out.

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Rizwan woke up to cold water being splashed in his face. He shook his head as
he regain consciousness and looked around. He saw that he was handcuffed to a
table in an interrogation room. Sitting across from him was a blonde man
holding a now empty plastic cup.

"Good morning Mister Ali," the blonde man said. "Or perhaps I should call you
Rizwan Farook?"

Rizwan looked around confused wondering where he was.

"What's going on where am I?" he demanded. "Who are you?"

"I'm Special Agent Chic Cooper of the National Security Agency," the man
replied. "And we've taken you into custody on several charges pertaining to
terrorism."

"You can't do this!" Rizwan protested.

"You entered the country under a false passport, and then we found that case
of weapons in your hotel room. We've got you dead to rights Mister Farook."
Agent Cooper said.

"You're going away regardless; but I can make things a little easier for you
if you tell me what I want to know. Like who were you giving the weapons to?"

"You think I am going to tell you anything you American pig?" Rizwan
responded. "You can go to hell!"

Chic just chuckled a bit as he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know one way or another Rizwan," he
said.

There was a mirror behind Rizwan, that Rizwan knew instinctively was a two-way
mirror. Chic made a motion to somebody on the other side of the glass. A few
moments later the door opened and Rizwan looked on in horror as the huge
muscular woman that he had scene moments before being captured entered the
interrogation room. She was so tall that she had to duck to fit under the
door.

The woman stood across the table from Rizwan next to Chic who had a smirk on
his face.

"Allow me to introduce you to Agent Sharry," Chic said. "She's part of our new
C.R.U.S.H division."

"What is crush?" Rizwan asked confused and terrified as he stared at the
enormous woman.

"It stands for Combat Ready Unit Supporting the Homeland," Chic replied. "It's
our latest innovation to fight terrorists like you. For now we've only have a
handful of C.R.U.S.H agents so we've got them here protecting America's
borders. But soon we hope to deploy them overseas to combat scum like you."

"That's madness!" Rizwan exclaimed.

"No, that's progress," Chic responded. "Perhaps though a demonstration is in
order, Agent Sharry if you would?"

He gestured towards Rizwan and Sharry smiled and as leaned down and reached
across the table and grabbed a hold of Rizwan's left hand. Her hand was easily
twice the size of his and as she closed her hand around it, it was completely
engulfed. Sharry then gave a squeeze and there was a loud crunching as all of
the many small bones in Rizwan's hand were crushed and shattered causing him
to cry out in agony.

Chic nodded at Sharry and she stood back up and took a step back. Rizwan
desperately clutched at his mangled hand the best he could with the handcuffs
that were on him. Chic motioned to Sharry to come closer and she leaned down
and he whispered something into her ear. Sharry then stood up and left the
interrogation room.

"Where is she going?" Rizwan asked with a whimper.

"No need to concern yourself with that;" Chic replied. "So have you
reconsidered, and are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

"You can't do this! This is torture!" Rizwan shouted. "That's banned by the
Geneva convention!"

"Really, you're going to quote the Geneva convention?" Chic asked with a
laugh. "That's rich come from someone like you. Sure it's fine if one of you
kills fifty-three innocent civilians, but we break your hand and that's
completely unfair."

"We don't have to abide by your stupid convention, you do," Rizwan spat
angrily.

"We have abided by it, more or less, for years," Chic said. "But really if
you're not going to why should we? You know I didn't vote for Donald Trump,
can't stand the man. But if there is one thing he said that I agree with it's
that we should be allowed to torture people like you."

Rizwan's eyes went wide with shock.

"But maybe, maybe I'm going about this all wrong," Chic said as he stood up
and paced slowly in a circle. "Maybe perhaps I should be offering you some
sort of deal?"

"You give me immunity from prosecution and I'll tell you everything you want
to know," Rizwan offered.

"Ah there it is, immunity," Chic said. "Unfortunately for you that is not
going to happen. As I said we've already got you on multiple charges. Right
now you're looking at spending the rest of your life in Guantanamo. Best I can
do for you, is get your sentence reduced, maybe see you put somewhere else."

Rizwan had no intention to give away what he knew for anything less than
immunity.

"Either I walk free, or I tell you nothing," Rizwan stated emphatically.

"Alright if that's how you want to play it," Chic said.

With that he stood up and walked over to the door. As he opened it to exit he
took one last look over at Rizwan.

"Just remember everything that happens from here on in was your choice," Chic
said.

He then exited the room closing the door behind him leaving Rizwan alone
sitting at the table. Rizwan sat there by himself and quietly prayed for Allah
to smite these Americans who were holding him captive. However after about
thirty minutes by himself Rizwan began to get worried and annoyed.

"Hey!" he shouted not sure who was listening. "You can't keep me here like
this! I deserve medical treatment!"

Just then the door opened and Agent Cooper returned along with Sharry. Sharry
was now wearing a tiny white tank top that barely covered her prodigious
breasts, and a tiny pair of black booty shorts.

However they also had somebody else with them and Rizwan quickly recognized
that it was his wife Tashfeen. He tried to stand up but he was still shackled
to the table.

"Tashfeen!" Rizwan cried out.

Tashfeen's clothing was in tatters but she otherwise appeared to be fine. Her
hands were bound with a pair of handcuffs and she had a gag tied in her mouth.
She tried to speak to Rizwan but couldn't because of the gag in her mouth.

"Hey what are you doing?" Rizwan yelled at Chic and Sharry.

Chic sat down on the other side of the table once more while Sharry stood
behind him one hand resting on Tashfeen's shoulder. Compared to Sharry,
Tashfeen looked like child.

"Well after you refused to tell us anything we decided to see if we could get
your wife to talk," Chic said. "I have to say she's a very stubborn woman; she
didn't tell us anything either."

Chic paused for dramatic effect.

"But Sharry started to rip your wife's clothes off and learned something
interesting, that your wife is pregnant," Chic said. "Of course I'm sure you
knew, I mean she's what, five months along at least right? You'd have to be an
idiot not to know."

"I knew... I mean I know," Rizwan mumbled.

"Well finally you admit something," Chic said happily. "Now how about you tell
us what we want to know? Who were you delivering the weapons to?"

Rizwan looked past Chic to his wife. Tashfeen stared back at her husband with
a look that told him not to say anything. Both of them were determined not to
let the Americans know about any attack that was about to happen.

"Still nothing?" Chic asked exasperated. "Well don't say that I didn't warn
you."

With that he stood up and left the room leaving Rizwan and Tashfeen alone with
Sharry. Sharry smiled at Rizwan as she forced Tashfeen to sit down in the
chair across from him.

"Now the two of you are all mine to deal with," Sharry said with a sadistic
grin, speaking for the first time with a sexy sultry voice.

Tashfeen squirmed in her seat but Sharry held her in place.

"Your wife here didn't tell us anything we wanted to know when we were
questioning her," Sharry told Rizwan. "But she did admit to some things we
weren't questioning her about, like how you two provided the weapons used by
the bank robbers in Miami who killed twenty-seven people, in the name of
jihad. And also how you both smuggled in the bomb materials used in the
Baltimore bombing that killed fifty-three people. And that's not even counting
all the people that were wounded in those attacks. There were almost two
hundred wounded in Baltimore alone, many fairly seriously."

Rizwan couldn't help but give a small smile at the mention of so many American
casualties.

"Oh this is funny to you?" Sharry asked angrily. "Well let's see how funny you
find this!"

She walked over the far wall which was made of brick, and there was one that
was loose which she pulled out with ease. She then walked back over to the
table holding the brick in one hand. She then held the brick out over the
table in her open palm so both Rizwan and Tashfeen could see it before closing
her hand into a fist and crumpling the brick into small chunks and powder as
it was made of sand. Both Rizwan and Tashfeen went wide eyed with fear.

"So let's see if this makes you talk," Sharry said.

She placed each of her hands on either side of Tashfeen's head and lifted her
out of the chair. Tashfeen screamed through the gag and kicked her legs
desperately as she squirmed trying to get free but Sharry easily held her by
her head. Rizwan could see the utter terror in his wife's eyes.

"Alright, alright," Rizwan said desperately. "I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Sharry set Tashfeen back down in the chair and stared at him.

"There's a guy in Abu Dhabi, he's an expert at forging passports; he does it
for not just us but all sorts of people. They call this guy The Stamp, because
the passports he gives out always get stamped." Rizwan said.

"Okay, but what is your role?" Sharry asked not satisfied with what he had
told her.

"My wife and I, we're just couriers," Rizwan said. "We just play the part of
tourists and deliver weapons to the sleeper cells."

"And who were you supposed to deliver to?" Sharry inquired.

Rizwan didn't reply. He had already told her about The Stamp, the last thing
he was going to do was compromise their group further by revealing who they
were delivering the weapons to. The attack could still happen they just needed
to get weapons from somewhere else.

"No, you're not going to tell me?" Sharry asked. "Well alright then."

Sharry removed her top revealing her utterly massive breasts, with large
nipples nearly as big as a man's thumb. She then grabbed a hold of Tashfeen
and lifted her up sticking Tashfeen between her breasts.

"Your weight is nothing to me," Sharry told Tashfeen. "I could crush your weak
body with just my breasts!"

Tashfeen was utterly terrified, and while she couldn't speak due to the gag in
her mouth, her action showed it as she pissed herself in terror, which only
served to make Sharry laugh. Rizwan was fearful for not just Tashfeen, but
their unborn child as well.

"They're planning an attack on New York," Rizwan cried out. "At the new World
Trade Center; now please let my wife go."

Sharry stared at Rizwan for a long moment as she continued to hold a
whimpering Tashfeen. Rizwan wasn't sure what this massive terrifying woman was
thinking.

"No," Sharry said finally.

"But I've told you everything!" Rizwan plead. "You wouldn't kill a pregnant
woman."

"At both the shooting in Miami and the bombing in Baltimore pregnant women and
their unborn children were amongst the dead," Sharry responded. "Why should
you be treated any better than the people you killed?"

"But we didn't kill them!" Rizwan retorted.

"By supplying the weapons used in those attacks you're just as guilty," Sharry
responded coolly.

Sharry turned Tashfeen around so that she was facing her. She then wrapped
Tashfeen up in her big arms and began to slowly squeeze in a mighty bear hug.
Tashfeen let out a horrified scream of pain through her gag as there was a
cracking sound as one of her vertebrae was snapped.

"That's just the first bone of yours that I'm going to break," Sharry said.

Sharry continued to hold Tashfeen and squeeze. She carefully positioned her
arms to break Tashfeen's bones one at a time; a vertebrae here, a rib there,
and in between she broke the bones in Tashfeen's arms. The whole time Tashfeen
was screaming in pain while Rizwan continued to plead with Sharry to stop
while he remained helplessly shackled to the table.

Sharry then removed Tashfeen's gag allowing her to speak.

"One thing we don't need is anymore terrorists like you in the world; so we're
going to have to give you an abortion," Sharry said.

"No! No!" Tashfeen screamed.

Sharry just smirked and adjusted her grip and squeezed this time pressing on
Tashfeen's lower back. Tashfeen screamed as yet another vertebrae was broken,
but the scream got even louder as the pressure forced her five month old
foetus out of womb, out her vagina and onto the floor.

Sharry took a step back to let Tashfeen see her dead child lying on the floor
and Tashfeen let out a horrible wail. Sharry then callously stomped down
crushing the dead foetus into pulp under her foot. Tashfeen continued to cry
uncontrollably.

Sharry began to squeeze Tashfeen in a bear hug once more, this time she was
concerned with breaking bones; now she was looking to crush Tashfeen into
oblivion. She squeezed her arms together as powerfully as she could. What was
left of Tashfeen's spine was shattered into millions of pieces; her organs
were liquefied. With one final squeeze Sharry utterly destroyed Tashfeen's
torso and arms; where was nothing left of it but bits of flesh and large
puddles of gore. The only parts still intact were Tashfeen's legs from about
mid-thigh down and her head which had fallen to the floor.

Sharry picked up Tashfeen's head which was frozen in a scream of agony and put
it on the table facing Rizwan. Rizwan turned away as much as he could; not
wanting to look, but Sharry grabbed him and forced him to look at his dead
wife's decapitated head.

"This is the fate that awaits terrorists like you," Sharry said with a sneer.

Sharry then reached down and picked up Tashfeen's severed legs with one hand
and pulled down her shorts with the other. She then shoved the legs into her
pussy and began using them like a dildo. It wasn't long until Sharry had
worked herself to the point of orgasm. She pushed the legs in as far as she
could. Her vaginal muscles clamped down and crushed the severed legs into
pulp.

Sharry wasn't done yet though. She picked up the decapitated head and stuck it
in between her breasts. Her tits were so enormous that the head disappeared
inside her cleavage. Sharry then smirked at Rizwan and she flexed her chest
squeezing her boobs together. There was a cracking noise from Tashfeen's skull
cracking apart followed by a wet squishing noise and then blood and liquid
brains began dripping down from between Sharry's boobs.

"Mmm, that was so enjoyable," Sharry moaned with pleasure.

She then fixed her gaze on Rizwan who was simply staring forward at seemingly
nothing, his mouth slightly agape.

"Your turn," Sharry said getting his attention.

Rizwan looked up to see Sharry reach across the table and grabbed his hand
cuffs and snap them free from the shackles on the table. She then yanked
Rizwan across the table by his arms roughly.

"Now what to do with you," Sharry wondered to herself. "Oh I have a good
idea."

Holding Rizwan by one hand she reached down and ripped off his pants. Rizwan
whimpered in terror as Sharry fondled his cock and balls, her huge hand bigger
than both put together.

"Before I kill you I'm going to let you experience a REAL woman," Sharry said.
"Much more than that little pipsqueak you called a wife."

Sharry jerked Rizwan off to get him hard and then cupped her hands on his butt
cheeks and forced his cock up between her titanic tits. She then began giving
Rizwan a titfuck as he was both terrified and yet enjoying it at the same
time.

It wasn't long before Rizwan came spraying his meagre load onto Sharry's tits.
Sharry then flexed her chest crushing Rizwan's dick in an instant so much that
it was torn off of body.

Rizwan let out a horrified scream as Sharry dropped him none to gently onto
the table. She then reached into her cleavage and pulled out the squashed
remains of his prick and dropped it onto his chest.

"You fucking bitch! Fuck you!" Rizwan cursed at her.

Sharry just grinned as she placed one big hand on his head covering almost the
entire top of his head. She then squeezed her fingers, her powerful digits
digging into his skull. His skull cracked from the pressure as Rizwan
continued to curse and scream. Sharry then pulled back and ripped the top half
of Rizwan's head off, taking his brain along with it as he fell silent. She
then squeezed her hand into a fist destroying his brain as bits flew
everywhere like putting jelly in a blender with no cap.

Sharry then took a step back to admire her handiwork at destroying the
terrorist couple. A few seconds later the door opened and Chic walked in.

"Good job today," he said to Sharry. "We think we've already got a lead on the
attack they were planning."

"That's good," Sharry said.

"We'll get someone in here to clean this up and dispose of what's left of
them," Chic said.

"In the meantime want to get something to eat?"

"Yeah, let me shower and put on my bodysuit," Sharry said. "What do you feel
like getting?"

The agency had developed a special bodysuit for Sharry that was able to
contain her muscles and allow her to appear normal sized so she could go out
in public without attracting too much attention. She had been wearing one when
they had arrested Rizwan and Tashfeen.

"I was kind of thinking Thai food," Chic suggested.

"I could go for Thai food," Sharry agreed as the two of them left the room.

The End...?