"Feminazi & Eddie The Pimp"               3rd In The Feminazi Series!
        by Shadow Virus


        Feminazi lay stretched on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Unlike most peoples' ceilings, hers was papered with pictures of
mutilated males. Some she had even taken herself, of her victims,
but most she had culled from hardcore S&M magazines.
        Startling her out of her pleasant reverie, the phone on
the nightstand rang. She snatched it from the black cradle and
held it to her ear.
        "Feminazi."
        "Hello, Feminazi? I need your help." The woman's voice
was tearful and immediately Feminazi listened close. "I got
your number from my friend Gloria-"
        "Oh, Gloria, I remember her, her boyfriend was cheating
and she wanted me to make him pay."
        "Yes, Gloria. Well, she gave me your number, and I
don't know who else to turn to."
        Like Feminazi had so many other times, she said, "Well,
if it involves males, then I'm the person."

        An hour later, Feminazi was striding from her apartment.
Her black vinyl pants and matching brassiere were eliciting 
quite a few appreciative glances as she strode down the street,
but she paid them no heed. She had a destination in mind, and
nothing short of nuclear war would prevent her from getting
there.
        Close to half an hour later, Feminazi arrived at a
run-down coffee shop in downtown Los Angeles, a little bit
away from where she lived. Walking into the dank interior of
Mary's Coffee, she scanned the tables until she saw a teenage
girl sitting by herself, a cup of coffee untouched on the
table before her.
        Feminazi slid into the seat opposite the girl. Surprised,
the girl looked up, then relaxed as she realized the intimidating
woman opposite her was Feminazi.
        "I'm so glad you came!" The girl cried. "I just don't
know what to do any more. When I first started being a prostitute,
everything was so simple, because Eddie handled it all for me. 
Then Eddie started getting mean. He'd take all my money, or give
me to his friends for free. So I told him I wanted out, but he 
said if I left, he'd... he'd kill me!" The last words ended in a
hoarse sob and Feminazi was touched.
        "I'll take care of him. Don't you worry." Feminazi smiled
at the crying girl, who nodded tearily in response.

        A few days later, Feminazi was studying a greasy looking
man across the street from her. The infamous Eddie, she mused to
herself. Look at the way he struts around on the street corner,
obviously a pimp. It's disgusting.
        Putting her revulsion aside, Feminazi held up a little
pocket mirror and studied herself. Sexy brown hair held back, 
tight clothes around a sensuous yet muscled body. Yes, she was
a mankiller, and her prey was in sight.
        Feminazi sashayed across the street, giving as obvious
a pick-up glance to Eddie as she could. She stopped near him and
asked huskily, "You busy tonight?"

        Two hours rolled by and soon Feminazi found herself
sitting on the edge of a stained bed, feeling disgusted and
still fully clothed (she had no intention of getting undressed,
even for the sake of this perverse game she was playing). Eddie
was kneeling naked on the bed, coaxing her to take off her
clothes. Suddenly tired of Eddie's whining, she turned around
and slammed her fist into his windpipe.
        He fell back on the bed, grasping his throat and choking.
Feminazi watched him try to breathe, amused. Taking a thin knife
from her boot, she tested the edge on her thumb as she observed
the dirty pimp try to get air into his lungs.
        "You're disgusting." His only response was a choked
wheeze. He was now getting in enough air that he could keep
his face from turning purple, but he couldn't get enough
breath to speak yet. "Taking advantage of women like that. Pigs
like you make me so sick. Here, let me show you how sick you
make me."
        She punched him twice in succession, knocking the
gasping man temporarily out of consciousness. When he awoke,
he discovered (to his extreme horror) that he was firmly
gagged. Although his arms and legs were not tied, she was
sitting on his knees and holding his arms down with her strong
hands. He was as helpless as if he had been tied up.
        "These hands help you take money, don't they?" She 
right hand down to his wrist, grasped it, and tightened. The
pain built and he could feel the bones grinding together. He
tried to call out in agony but the gag prevented all but the
most unintelligible mumbles.
        With a sharp snap, the bones in his wrist broke.

        Half an hour later, he was crying in agony. Both of his
shoulders were dislocated, and both wrists were broken. She had
twisted his legs up so his feet touched his ribcage and tied them
in that position, leaving his entire pubic area exposed. He was in
deeper pain than he had ever known, or had even thought possible.
        Feminazi chuckled. "Can't move, can you? Well, I'd better
make sure." Ignoring his muffled moans, she tied him firmly.
"Wouldn't want you lurching about and disrupting my... surgery."
        She held the knife before his face and he shut his eyes.
She muttered to herself, Jesus, this guy is a wuss. "No, that's
not right. I want to see your eyes. Open your eyes!" When he
still kept them tightly shut, she snapped in frustration, "Would
you like me to cut your eyelids off?"
        His eyes flew open. Placated, she twirled the knife in
front of his horror-stricken eyes. She placed the sharp tip in
the hollow of his neck and watched his eyes bulge. She took his
gag out because she wanted to hear him plead, and besides, no-one
listened to screams in the city she was in.
        "God, please, I'll give you all my money, just leave me
alone, please don't hurt me please-" Eddie began to blubber, but
Feminazi glared at him in annoyance until he stopped.
        "I won't have you interrupting my delicate operation
with your squeaky whining. Now shut up and accept it like the 
male pig you are." With that, she placed the tip of the knife
against his neck again, then abruptly her face brightened.
"It's your lucky day! I don't feel like using my knife."
        "Y-you mean you're going to l-let me go? This has all
b-been just a big j-joke, right?" The dog's face had imploring
hope on it. 
        Feminazi shook her head in disgust as she put her knife
away. Enjoying watching his face fall at her words, she informed
him, "Of course I'm not letting you go. I'm simply going to use
my sautering iron instead."
        "Sautering iron?!" Color was draining rapidly from his
pock-marked face, leaving it a pasty white. 
        Feminazi ignored him, plugging the iron into a near-by
electric socket and arranging her spool of bronze sautering
wire to her perfect satisfation. She was enjoying his horror.
        "You don't want to do this, really, you don't. I'm not
worth it. I never did anything to you. Let me go and I'll
forget this ever happened, it will be a secret between us 
forever." He managed a ghastly smile and threw it Feminazi's 
way, hoping she was listening to him. She didn't appear to be.
"Hell, I'll throw in money. I have oodles of money. Do you
want money? How about this, you let me go and I'll take you in
as a partner, you can get half the profits from my girls."
        Although she had seemed to be oblivious of his offers,
she now turned upon him a stare so cold he knew he had said
something very wrong. That stare brought back a memory to Eddie,
a memory of being very young and playing on the kitchen floor
while his mom cooked dinner. He had looked up from his toys,
alerted by some odd sense, and had seen a shiny black spider near
his mother's bare foot. That spider had a big rump and little
skinny jointed legs, he remembered, and he was frozen with fear,
watching silently while his mother stepped back a little to 
move to another pot on the stove. It was only seconds, but to 
young Eddie it seemed like the spider waited for hours before 
attaching itself to his mother's foot. Only then could he scream, 
and she saw it and swatted it off so it landed on it's back. In 
the moment before she crushed it, he saw the terrifying red 
hourglass.... The way he felt when he saw that lethal red 
hourglass reminded him of the way he was feeling now as Feminazi
stared at him... and he thought that if he could have seen the
black widow's eyes before it delivered the fatal bite to his
mom, they would have held the same look that Feminazi's did.

        A few minutes later the sautering iron was hot, and after
putting his gag back in, she tested it nonchalantly on his leg.
His muffled scream was confirmation enough for her, and she smiled
as she held his penis in one hand and dabbed at it with the
sautering iron. Within moments, he was moaning in agony. 
        "A little too hot for you? Maybe it will be cooler here,"
she jeered, stabbing the burning iron into his fragile flesh. It 
was so hot that although it burned a hole, it immediately cauterized
his flesh, leaving behind a puckered brown scar. His eyes were
glazed and he was mumbling incoherently through the gag. 
        Suddenly tiring of her game, she placed the iron on the
nightstand and grabbed her knife. Squinting her eye to study it
close, she made a small, very painful incision straight into his
penis. At this new torture, he howled.
        Ignoring his screams, she grabbed the sautering iron again and
decided on the most sensitive place. She carefully opened up the widened
slit in his penis, and jabbed the iron straight in.
        He passed out. Disappointedly, she punched him a few times, but
he had had enough pain for awhile. She pulled the iron out of his penis
in anger, leaving behind a solid mass of burnt scar tissue where once
his urinary tract was.
        Annoyed, she waited for him to wake up. Just like a pig, she
muttered to herself, just like a pig to fall asleep at the height of
my grand performance. Should I wait for him to awaken, or punch him
a few times? 
        She chose the option that she enjoyed more, and by the time
she stopped, he was bruised all over his face and blood was trickling
both from a split lip and a fractured nose. But he wasn't waking up,
and Feminazi was getting furious. How, she demanded of herself, am I
supposed to have fun when the filthy slime is lying there asleep??
Asleep of all things! And NOW!
        Enraged, her mind suddenly grew calm. Oh, the simplicity.
She would perform a surgery. A surgery that needed him to be 
asleep. Taking out her knife again, she studied it minutely until
she tested the fine tip of the blade, drawing blood from his arm
with no problem.
        Grinning, she looked at the unconscious pimp, straddled his
chest, and made her first incision.

        Two minutes later, one eyelid was oozing blood, and she was
deftly carving the Feminazi symbol into his other eyelid. It was
delicate work and she was pretty sure she had grazed his eyeballs a
few times but hey, she needed practice, right? She had finished
slicing the swastika and was busily putting an 'F' over it when the
abused pimp groaned and tried to move. 
        "Shut up, you, I'm busy." Feminazi slammed his face with
her forearm, and he fell quiet again. She finished the Feminazi
symbol, then wiped off the blood with one of the dirty, blood-caked
sheets. "Beautiful! I missed my calling, I should have been a 
surgeon, eh? Plastic surgery, hahahaha..." 
        When her laughing fit passed, she got up, removed the gag,
and walked calmly out of the house, trying her hardest to control
the happy grin that played about her lips. Humming softly under
her breath, she disappeared into the loving darkness.