Riverdale Serial Killers - Chapter 1 by Archie Fan - betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca A group of serial killers are loose in Riverdale with a strange method of killer Detective Glass had investigated deaths before, but they had all been accidental. A lot of his job was investigating petty thefts and vandalism. The town of Riverdale had not had a recorded murder for twenty-six years. But it looked as if it had its first murder in years. The call had come in this morning about a dead body at the Howard residence, believed to be twenty- one year old Dexter Howard. Upon arriving at the house, Detective Glass had spoken with Roger and Nadiya Howard, Dexter's father and step-mother. The father had been incredibly broken up, so Detective Glass had questioned the step- mother who appeared to be only a few years older than her step-son. He'd had difficulty understanding her because her English was not very good, but fortunately one of the officers spoke Ukrainian and he had learned that Dexter was hosting a bachelor party the night before and that his father and step- mother had spent the night at a hotel and spa so he could have the house for the night. Glass thanked her and went into the house to see what had happened. He saw a poker table set up in the living room that was covered in empty liquor bottles, beer cans with even more on the floor. But the attention in the room was on the dead body sitting in the recliner. "So this was Dexter Howard," Detective Glass said. "Actually no," the medical examiner who was examining the body corrected him. "This was the not so lucky bachelor, Nick Johnson. Dexter was the best man, he's in the bedroom." Detective Glass glanced down the hallway where there another two officers were securing the scene. He figured he would deal with this body first. "So what's the cause of death?" Glass inquired. "Well it looks like asphyxiation," the medical examiner replied. "But it looks like his pelvis was crushed as well." "Can you think of how that happened?" Glass asked. "I've got no idea," the medical examiner said. "It would take a lot of force to crush a man's pelvis like this, unless there's something medical that made him susceptible to such damage. I won't know until I get him on the table." Glass nodded and then moved on to the bedroom. The scene in the bedroom reminded him of a drunk driving accident he had investigated several years ago. In that incident the driver had ended up on the freeway and had collided with the median. His passenger who was also drunk had not been wearing a seat belt and they had been ejected from the car landing in the opposite lane where they had been run over by a transport truck. The force of the impact had practically bisected the passenger, only a few strands of intestines held them together. Dexter Howard's body however didn't look like it had been flung through a window and slid across two lanes of pavement, but it did look as though it had been run over by a transport truck. His bed sheets were absolutely saturated with blood as Dexter's body was practically torn in half. Working to clean up road kill as a teenager had made Detective Glass able to stomach the sight of such gore, however one of the officers wasn't so lucky and he ran to the bathroom and began throwing up. Glass could sympathize with him; he'd been just as queasy as a teenager when he'd seen a deer that had been hit by a train and this scene reminded him of that a bit. "Anything you can tell me?" Detective Glass asked the medical examiner who was dealing with this body. "Well cause of death is pretty obvious, he bled out all over the bed." The M.E. replied. "But I have no idea what ripped him in half, that takes a lot of force." "There's something not right about this," Detective Glass muttered. "I did find one thing, don't know if it'll help or not." The medical examiner said. Detective Glass got closer to see what the medical examiner had found. "Is that a condom?" Glass asked. "Yes, looks like it's been used," the medical examiner said. "Yeah but what's that still in it? It's not semen," Glass asked. "If I had to hazard a guess I think it's his penis," the medical examiner replied. "Or what's left of it." Even Glass had to struggle to keep his breakfast down. Seeing that crushed penis made him feel sympathy for the corpse in front of him. "Well if he was having sex with somebody then that means that there was probably a woman here," Glass said. "Could you get DNA off of that?" "No it would be too contaminated with his," the examiner replied. "Well it wouldn't be much of a bachelor party with only two guests," Glass said. "I'll try and find out who they are and see if they can tell me anything else. But I guess I should inform the other victim's fianc'e that the wedding is off, permanently." ************************************** Back at the station Glass had the fianc'e, Barbara Sutton brought in to his office. "Detective I heard what happened to Dexter, is Nick okay?" she asked. "In a minute," he replied. "I need to ask you a few questions first to try and figure out what just happened." The blonde girl seemed a little nervous as she fidgeted in his chair, but Glass could understand that. He felt a little bad about not telling her that her fianc' was dead, but he knew that such news tended to make questioning a person difficult so he was going to withhold that information for as long as he could. "First off do you know who was attending your fianc''s bachelor party last night?" Detective Glass asked. She nodded not saying anything. "Do you think you could write down names and any contact numbers that you know?" Detective Glass asked. He slid a pen and a sheet of paper across his desk to her and she wrote down several names along with phone numbers. "Now do you know what was going to be happening at the party?" Detective Glass asked. "I told Dexter that they could do whatever they wanted, just no strippers," Barbara replied. "Nick was fine with that, although I could tell Dexter was disappointed, why?" "Well there is evidence to suggest that Dexter had intercourse last night," Detective Glass replied. "And we've been operating under the pretence that he isn't gay. His father and step-mother weren't aware that he was in a relationship. Is there anything you can add to that?" "Oh Dexter isn't gay," Barbara said starting to get angry. "Did he order a stripper after I expressly told him not to? Where is Nick? I want to ask him if he knew about this." "I'm afraid you won't be able to talk to your fianc' Miss Sutton," Detective Glass said. "Why is he a suspect?" she asked. "No, your fianc' was the other victim we found in the house," Detective Glass replied. "I'm afraid he's dead." Barbara broke down in tears almost instantly. "We were going to be married in two weeks," she sobbed. "I am so sorry for your loss," Detective Glass said. "And I will do absolutely everything in my power to catch whoever did this; you have my word on that." ************************************** Detective Glass had managed to track down one of the party guests, Frankie Sanchez. The young man was still quite hung over, not surprising given the large number of empty liquor bottles they had found. Detective Glass set a glass of water down in front of Frankie before taking a seat on the other side of his desk. "So Frankie what can you tell me about the party last night?" Detective Glass asked. "Not much man," Frankie replied while just staring down at the desk. "Honestly it was kind of boring we just sat around playing poker and drinking. Then we kind of stopped playing poker and just drank. I think it was just barely midnight and I was so wasted I had to leave, so me and the other three guys, we all split a cab." "So there were no girls there?" Detective Glass asked. "Not while I was there, but just as we were leaving I saw these two girls walking up to the house," Frankie recalled. "Can you describe them?" Glass inquired. "Not really, I was throwing up out of the cab window so I didn't get a good look," Frankie replied. "But I think they were wearing wigs, because one had pink hair and the other had purple. Although it could have been from the Absinthe, I don't know." "Do you know what they were wearing?" Glass asked probing for more information. "They had these long coats on," Frankie replied. "The kind you might expect a stripper to wear. Ah man if they had strippers without us I'm gonna be pissed." "We're going to confirm with the cabby that the four of you were in the cab," Glass said. "But at this point in time those 'strippers' are our best suspects for the murder of your friends." "Oh," was all Frankie could manage to say. Detective Glass dismissed him and went to look at his case notes again when he got a call from the coroner at Riverdale General Hospital where the autopsies were being performed. The coroner asked him to come over to the hospital. Detective Glass went to the hospital morgue where the coroner, Dr. Sara Bellum a former psychologist who had switched over to the medical field a few years ago, was waiting for him. "Thank you for coming Detective," Dr. Bellum said. "I've got a few really unusual findings here, that I think you'll want to see." She took to the body of Nick Johnson first, pulling the sheet covering him back all the way to waist. "As was suspected at the scene Mister Johnson here died from asphyxiation. However there were no ligature marks and the hyoid wasn't fractured or broken so he was probably smothered," she said. "I don't remember seeing any pillows or cushions out of place at the crime scene, but I'll go back and take a look," Detective Glass said. "I don't think he was smothered with a pillow or cushion," Dr. Bellum said. "Typically people bite at whatever is smothering them so there would have been some trace fabric or something but I didn't find that. In fact I didn't find anything at all." Detective Glass frowned as he looked at the body. He noticed some bruising on the arms. "What's this?" Detective Glass asked indicating the bruises. "Yes that was what I was going to show you next," Dr. Bellum said. "The bruising indicates that somebody was holding his arms down with their hands and they were incredibly strong." She went over to an X-Ray photo which showed that the arms were each fractured. "His forearms look like they've been crushed from being put in a vice," Dr. Bellum said. "But there's no tooling marks it looks like somebody did this with their bare hands. I tested his bones to see if he suffered from something that caused them to be soft or brittle but he's perfectly healthy. The amount of strength to do this damage is unheard of though." "And uh, what about his pelvis," Detective Glass asked. "Just as badly fractured as his forearms," Dr. Bellum replied. "All I can really tell you is that it would appear he engaged in sexual intercourse likely right before he died." "What about the other victim?" Detective Glass inquired. "Similar injuries to his arms and pelvis, but the injuries to his pelvis area were far more severe," Dr. Bellum replied. "I don't know exactly how much force it takes to completely shatter a man's pelvis but you're looking at vehicular collision forces at least." "And yet the bed seemed to be intact," Glass muttered more to himself. "I did notice that he had some large bruises on the sides, it's possible that he was squeezed by something," Dr. Bellum said. "Okay, and what about his um, thing?" Detective Glass asked. "Oh, his penis, yes I did take a look at it. Obviously he had engaged in intercourse, the semen in the condom was his. But apparently it wasn't cut off, it was torn off," Dr. Bellum said. "Most likely post- mortem but I can't say for certain just because of the amount of damage to the pelvic area." Detective Glass had a sympathetic feeling of pain for what had happened to Dexter Howard, as any male would at the very thought of having their cock torn off. Given the evidence he had right now he had no idea just what had happened. ************************************** The Night Before... Dexter Howard was tired, probably because he was quite drunk. He had just made sure that his friends had safely gotten into the cab and now his drunken attention was going to his friend Nick Johnson. Nick was sprawled in the leather recliner in the living room, passed out. Dexter was just about to get Nick up so that he could put him in the bed in the guest room when the doorbell rang. Dexter figured that one of the others must have forgotten their cell phone or something and he staggered to the door to answer it. When he answered the door he could feel himself sober up just a bit. At the door stood two girls; one of them had pink hair and the other purple, both were likely wigs. They each wore a trench coat, and Dexter's mind immediately thought that these were strippers. They both looked rather young, but definitely attractive. "Is this the bachelor party?" the pink haired girl asked. "Uh, the party is kind of over," Dexter replied. "Oh no, and we had such a good show for the soon to be groom," the purple haired girl said sadly. "Oh he's still here," Dexter said. "I mean you can come in. I'm Dexter the best man." The girls both giggled at Dexter's drunken awkwardness as he stumbled aside to let them in. "I'm Candy and this is Sugar," the purple haired girl said. Dexter didn't think that was their real names but he didn't really care what their real names were at this point. "So where's the lucky man?" Sugar asked. Dexter pointed to Nick who was still passed out in the recliner. "Oh dear he's all passed out," Candy commented. "I was just about to put him in bed," Dexter unnecessarily bragged. "Oh aren't you a good friend," Sugar said. "Candy do you think Dexter here deserves his own little show?" "You know what I do," Candy agreed. "Do you have somewhere private Dexter?" "Yes, yes my bedroom," Dexter said all too eagerly. "Mmm sound good," Candy said seductively. "You have the bachelor Sugar?" "He'll have the sweetest dream come true," Sugar replied. "Where's your room?" Candy said to Dexter. Dexter eagerly took off down the hallway towards his room with Candy following her high heels clicking on the hardwood floors. Sugar waited until she heard the sound of the bedroom door closing. Then she opened up her purse. She had a mini-video camera and an mp3 player with speakers. She looked at Nick asleep in the recliner and saw the poker table across the room from him and put the two devices the on the table. She then checked the view of the camera, she made sure that it was focused on Nick in the chair, then she got the mp3 player cued up. Once she was ready she hit record on the camera and then pressed play on the mp3 player. The seemingly appropriate Def Leppard song 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' began playing and Nick awoke with a start to see the pink haired Sugar standing in front of him, still wearing her trench coat. "What the? Who are you?" Nick stammered. "Sugar, now sit back and enjoy the show," Sugar commanded him. Nick was too drunk to argue or do much of anything besides just sit there. Sugar teasingly began undoing the buttons on her trench coat but making sure it stayed closed, swaying with the song the entire time. Once they were all undone she teased opening it until the chorus of the song started once again and she flung the coat open showing Nick the tiny pink string bra and G-string that she was wearing underneath. Nick was instantly aroused. His fianc'e Barbara was pretty good looking, but this girl was something else. She had large tits and she clearly took care of her body as she had a slim waist with noticeable abs and a diamond piercing in her navel. She let the coat slide off of her arms to the ground, kicking it aside with her heels. She then stepped right up to Nick so that her legs were on either side of his legs. Licking her lips seductively she slowly undid the knot in her bra. Nick could feel a part of his brain telling him to stop this, that he was getting married and that he made a promise, but the drunk part of his brain overruled it. Sugar finished untying the knot and held her large boobs in her hands. Her tits were so large that her hands couldn't cover them up adequately and tit-flesh spilled over the top of her hands. She slowly moved her hands so that the bra fell into Nick's lap and her fingers were the only things covering her nipples. She then removed her hands one at a time giving Nick a view of her nipples. The areolae were about the size of a quarter and they were light coloured just barely dark then the rest of her skin, the nipples themselves were small nubs and she pinched and teased herself to get them erect. The sight of them made Nick think that this girl was still a teenager. Sugar then climbed up onto the chair and straddled Nick's lap, smiling the entire time seeming to enjoy his aroused discomfort. She stuck her chest out pushing it into Nick's face. Nick struggled against her a bit but then stopped. Sugar then reached down and started undoing Nick's pants. Nick tried to stop her but she pushed his hands off. She unzipped his pants and reached in and began to jerk him off. Once he was hard she pulled aside her G-string and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Nick pushed his face away from Sugar's tits to try and catch his breath. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "Just sit there and enjoy the ride of your life," Sugar said. She forced his face back between her tits as she began to ride his cock. Nick didn't want this though, he didn't want to cheat on his fianc'e. He struggled to try and get out from under Sugar, but she grabbed his arms and held him fast. He tried to pull his arms free but it was like he was caught in a vice. His arms began to hurt from her grip. He tried to turn his head to get free of her tits but he couldn't, she was pressing her chest up against his face hard and it also seemed like her tits were getting bigger. With every bounce on his cock he could feel her slam down harder and harder on his pelvis. But the pain was the least of his worries. He was struggling to breathe as she was smothering him with her tits. He tried pulling his arms free again but she tightened her grip once more and there was a series of cracks as she shattered his arms. He tried to scream but just ended up with a mouthful of Sugar's tits. As Sugar continued to slam fuck him his struggles against her became weaker and weaker. Eventually his struggles stopped altogether, however Sugar continued to ride his cock until it went soft, each of her thrusts cracking and breaking his pelvis. She checked Nick's pulse and ensured he was dead and finally lifted herself off his body. Before she had gotten on top of Nick, Sugar had been a 5'8", 115 lbs. stripper with D-cup tits. Now she was 6'8" 275 lbs. with a body builders muscle tone and H-Cup tits. She took a step back from Nick's corpse and flexed her arms and back muscles for the camera before walking a few steps back and then turning it off. She then turned the mp3 player off and then took off her wig, shaking out her blonde hair. She stood waiting. And then she heard the screams of pain from the bedroom. The screams only lasted for a few moments before they died out. A couple minutes later Candy walked out of the bedroom naked and as large as Sugar. She took off her own wig letting her natural red hair fall down past her shoulders. "Did you get it on camera Betty?" Candy asked. Sugar or Betty Cooper as was her real name smiled and held up the camera. "I can't wait to watch it back, what about you Cheryl?" Betty replied. Candy, or Cheryl Blossom by her real name, held up her own camera. "Mine was a little more... messy," Cheryl said. "It's a shame we can't remain like this," Betty said. "You know how it works Betty," Cheryl said. "We just need a few more... victims." "I can't wait to show the others," Betty said. To Be Continued...