"Feminazi: The Stalking"            #2 In The Feminazi Series
        by Shadow Virus


        Feminazi walked the streets, prowling with a particular
address in mind. This particular address had been given to her
by a weeping girl, terrified of the man that was stalking her.
        "Well," Feminazi murmured to herself, "If Eric Alda
wants to stalk an innocent girl, he'll see what it feels like
to be stalked himself."
        She found the street she was seeking and turned onto
the dimly-lit avenue. Most of the streetlights were broken,
and she preferred the darkness to the very occasional bright
pools cast by the operational streetlamps. Feminazi felt
like the darkness liked her purpose, wrapped her in its'
chilly arms and held her safe from view of any male mauraders.
Not that she wasn't capable of dealing with them; she was
just currently busy.
        
        While she located the house of the pig she was sent
to find, she mentally reviewed significant parts of her
life. She had been molested at the early age of four, by a
malicious father. When she was six, she had the pleasure
of throwing bleach into his face while he slept. She ran
away quickly, hiding in her closet and delighting in his
agonized screams.
        With her first victory over the male dogs behind 
her, she soon found enough to interest her at school. There 
she noticed many boys hurting females on a daily basis:
pulling hair, chasing them around at recess, that sort of
thing. Disgusted by this immature behavior while the girls
sat so nicely and quietly, she began spending her time 
making the lives of her male tormentors miserable.
        By the time she was in eighth grade, her 
reputation was well-known. Males avoided her, which suited
her perfectly, and females too meek to hurt cruel males
on their own sought her out. She was only too happy and
pleased to do their dirty work.
        
        She located the residence of one Alda, Eric J.
This particular male had been stalking a teenage female
for several weeks; terrified and knowing not who to go to,
she had turned to Feminazi to help her.
        Feminazi walked up the dirty stairs to the door,
and knocked. After a few thumps inside the house, a
slovenly boy came to the door, slouching and obviously
stoned off his ass. 
        "Is Eric there?" Feminazi asked sweetly.
        "Yeah. I'm Eric."
        Quickly, without giving him time to react (although,
she admitted to herself, with him as stoned as he was, he
probably *wouldn't* have reacted) she stepped forward into
the door opening and punched him on his chin. His head
thumped back on his neck and he fell on his back. She 
stepped forward, kicking his dazed body enough out of the
way to close the door.
        Once inside, she looked at him for a moment. He
seemed unsure of what had happened to him, and was still
lying on the floor, feeling his chin experimentally with
one hand. Annoyed by his lack of response, she leaned
over, picked him bodily off the floor, and held him a 
few inches from her face.
        "Do you know a woman named Janet?" Feminazi 
demanded fiercely. Her icy eyes allowed no deception.
        "Uh, yeah." The boy looked frightened, but then
a change came over his face. Feminazi could almost hear
him thinking, Hey, I'm a male, this is a female 
threatening me. Obviously I have nothing to fear. "Hey,
get your hands off me, cunt."
        "How perceptive of you to notice I have a cunt!"
With that, she punched him with her left fist, still
holding him by her right. With her masculine build, this
was no problem. "Now apologize, dog."
        The kid gaped at her. "Apologize?" He started
laughing, attempting to release himself from her tight
grip. When he couldn't, his laughter faltered and died
off. "Hey, let me go."
        "And if I don't?" Feminazi was trying to decide
if she should beat the crap out of him now, or terrorize
him slowly.
        "Um, I'll call the police!" This threat was
delivered bravely but his voice squeaked on the end and
Feminazi laughed.
        "I have a message for you. If you ever attempt
contact with Janet ever again, in any form, I will come
back here and make sure you pee through a tube for the
rest of your life."
        She smiled wickedly, then continued. "And to
make sure you don't forget, I'll give you a little
taste of how it would feel, right now."
        Smiling, she punched him hard enough to knock
him out, then dragged him easily around the house
until she found a bedroom. Pulling him by one arm, she
heaved him onto the bed, then tied him down with cord
she had brought.
        Grinning to herself in sadistic pleasure, she
waited for him to wake up. As an afterthought, she 
grabbed a pair of dirty underwear from the floor, shoved
them in his mouth, and gagged him securely.

        In ninth grade, her mother (her father had long
since departed, after years of Feminazi's torture in
the name of retribution) and she moved to a new town.
There, no-one knew her Feminazi nickname, and she was
actually called the name she was born with: Heidi. Heidi
quickly gained new friends, and there were even a few
males among them. 
        To her stunned surprise, she found herself 
falling in love with the effeminate Jessie. Their brief
love affair ended when she discovered he had been
cheating on her the entire time. Her heart broken, she 
wept with fury and resolved never again to trust a
male pig. From then on, not only did she resume Feminazi
as her only name, but also her love was devoted entirely
to the female population, who she felt was much more
trustworthy.

        Eric was waking up, and she watched in amusement
as he became aware of his trussed and gagged helplessness.
His eyes widened with fear when she rose, holding one
terrifying item in her hands.
        Dangling the studded whip before his face, she
smiled at his terror. "Have you ever been whipped?" 
Feminazi asked him with genuine pleasure in her voice.
        He shook his head from side to side, his eyes
so big she could see white all the way around the pupils.
        "Well then." Testing it carefully in her hands,
she raised it high and held it there, enjoying the
horrified tension in his eyes. Then she brought it
whistling down, snapping a bright red line across his
belly. He arched his back in response, and a muffled
scream came from his gag, sounding a bit like "MMMMMF!"
        Feminazi studied him. Her eyes danced in joy
at the pain she was causing this disgusting male. She
rose the whip several more times, holding it in the air
to heighten his terror, and slamming it back down until
blood was oozing from several raw wounds on his chest
and stomach.
        "Oh look, all those lashes and I entirely
missed your penis!" She laughed with pleasure at
his frantic attempts to free himself. She began to
tease him, until he grew hard despite himself. She
quickly snapped a rubber band around the base, then
proceeded to whip his penis until it was nothing
more than a bloody pulp. 
        He lay there, abused and demoralized, tears
seeping from his eyes in steady streams. Blood soaked
the sheets and dripped from the edges of the bed. It
was a pathetic sight, and her disgust suddenly rose,
overcoming her pleasure at dominating and hurting 
a male pig for the sake of all womankind. 
        She turned without saying anything, strode
from the room, but upon remembering a forgotten
detail she turned and entered the room again, pulling
a thin knife from her boot. After she had carved
the Feminazi symbol - a swastika with an F over it -
into his forehead and cheeks, she left the room,
leaving him crying.
        
        Feminazi had never felt so good. With a smile
on her face, a bounce in her step, and a pig's blood
on her fingers, she went outside and called a cab.