The Feminist II
by ajbrown2005@yahoo.com
Jennifer continues to rule Eric's world

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A sequel to "The Feminist"

Eric lied on the cold, rocky, cement basement floor. He had probably been
Jennifer's prisoner for close to a year now although in reality he had no
idea. His first few months as Jennifer's prisoner were just as horrible as he
was told they would be. After Jennifer crippled his arms and legs they never
healed properly and he was not able to use any of his limbs. He was still
without his two front teeth and feeling that gap there with his tongue never
stopped being disgusting. Jennifer told him she would be down twice a day to
feed him bread and water. She was good to her word but the entire time she
never showed an ounce of generosity by coming down more than twice a day or by
giving him anything with a little more taste than bread and water. She would
have to feed him herself because he wasn't able to use his arms. Jennifer
would come down there with a bag twice a day if he needed to use the bathroom
and until it was time he knew he better hold it because if he made a mess
there would definitely be consequences. All because he called her a slut.

Being Jennifer's prisoner was so horrible, so lonely, so sad - at first. Now
that the 26 year old Eric had been in this gloomy basement for almost a year
he was beginning to come to terms with his situation. He was definitely dying
and fast. The bread and water wasn't providing the nourishment that he needed.
Sometimes Eric would refuse to eat and Jennifer would beat away at his very
frail body with her strong fists, further wearing away at his weak body. Eric
and Andrew, Jennifer's other prisoner, would often get sick so there were
germs spreading all throughout this musty basement. One random day Eric came
to peace with the fact he was quickly dying and accepted this. After all, was
this such a bad way to die? He didn't have to work or pay taxes and he had
someone feeding him every day. Soon he would die and be off to a much better
place. When Eric finally came to terms with that a sense of peace spread
throughout him.

Due to a lack of any kind of evidence as to where Eric had disappeared to, the
police finally gave up their search. As sad as they were, Eric's parents gave
up as well. However, Eric's younger 23 year old brother Darren didn't give up
so easily. He was determined to find out what had happened to his brother who
he loved and he would do whatever it took to find out. After the police put
the case to rest Darren dipped heavily into his savings to hire a private
investigator. After a lot of time and a lot of money spent, the PI was able to
find out the address where Eric was last seen, information that the police
were never able to find out. Darren was going to visit this house and get
answers.

Darren approached the nice house by himself without any type of weapons. This
was his first visit here and all he wanted to do this time was ask a couple of
questions and get a couple of answers. He knocked at the door having no idea
what to expect. He was so angry about his brother's disappearance that he
didn't care. Darren knocked at the door and an average sized male who looked
about his brother's age answered the door.

"Jennifer's not here" the young man said.

"Do you live here?" Darren asked.

"Who are you?" the young man asked Darren suspiciously.

Darren could already tell this was going to be more difficult then he
anticipated. "I want to speak to someone who lives here" he ordered, having no
idea what he was going to say if he was asked why.

"Well I already told you" the young man said "she's not here. She went for a
jog. She should be back soon if you want to come in and wait." All of the
sudden things became a lot easier.

"Sure I'll come in" Darren said. He knew this was dangerous but avenging his
brother was the only thing on his mind right now. Darren walked in. It was
quite a nice house.

"I'm Jay" the young man said "I am Jennifer's brother. Have a seat. You want
something to drink? Wine, soda, anything?"

"No thanks" Darren replied knowing better than to accept any food or drink
from these people. Jay sat down and neither of the two knew what to talk about
causing an extremely awkward silence. Luckily the front door opened
interrupting the silence. A young woman walked in the front door and Darren
correctly assumed that it was Jennifer. Darren observed her up and down. She
had definitely come back from a jog. She stood at about 5'7 and probably
weighed about 130 lbs. Her face was beat red and her blond hair was tied back
in a ponytail. She wore a t-shirt and shorts. Sweat covered her face and arms
from the jog. There wasn't so much sweat that it was gross, just enough were
it almost looked a little sexy, signifying her tough side. Darren observed her
some more. She wore white running shoes and then Darren became angry when he
looked at her socks. They were long, pulled up somewhat high, and they did not
match. One was white and the other had red stripes on it. Granted she was just
going for a jog but Darren was big on people looking their best and the fact
that this cocky bitch couldn't take the time to find socks that matched
infuriated him.

Darren looked up her legs some more. He noticed not only that her legs were
pretty sweaty but also that her calves were huge. Jennifer wasn't a fat girl,
she was pretty slim actually, but her calves were very large. Darren didn't
want to admit to himself that he was afraid of a girl but he had extremely
skinny legs and he worried that if this got physical he wouldn't be able to
take her.

"Who's your friend?" Jennifer asked Jay, somewhat out of breath.

"He's not my friend" Jay replied and then mockingly said "he is here to see
'the owner of the house'".

"Is there something I can help you with?" Jennifer asked Darren, somewhat
irritated.

"You just might be able to" Darren replied "about 9 months ago my older
brother, Eric, just disappeared. I miss him very much. The police weren't able
to find out what happened to him but I've done some research and got some
information that he was actually HERE on the day he disappeared." A look of
guilt and surprise covered Jennifer's face. "You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?" Darren asked her.

"I've never seen your brother in my life" Jennifer said in a defensive tone of
voice that easily gave away that she knew exactly what had happened to Eric.
Darren didn't know if he was angrier that Jennifer had done something to his
brother or that she was lying right to his face. One thing about girls that
Darren always hated was that they were horrible liars. This girl was probably
an emotional mess like every other stupid, worthless whore he had met in his
life and she was stupid to even lie to him. Darren became infuriated and he
got off of his feet and ran right into Jennifer's face. He was only about 5'8
so he wasn't much taller than her and he was skinny so he didn't weigh much
more than her if he did at all.

"Tell me what happened to my brother you fucking whore!" Darren yelled at her
feeling his face get beat red as well. When the word "whore" came off of
Darren's tongue, Jennifer's face became even redder and she developed an
expression on her face like she was ready to kill.

"Jay, why don't you leave the two of us alone for awhile" she said calmly to
her brother. Jay obeyed his sister's request and walked out the front door.
"What did you just call me?" Jennifer asked Darren quietly but angrily.

"Cut the shit, just tell me what happened to my brother you fucking slut!"
Darren ordered and then he pushed her at the shoulders. Jennifer's shoulders
were stronger than Darren anticipated them to be. Before he had a chance to
move his arms away after he pushed her, Jennifer grabbed him at the wrists.
Darren was unpleasantly surprised at how strong her hands were. She easily
immobilized his wrists with her strong hands so he couldn't do anything. She
let go of his left wrist with her right hand and took a swing at his face.
Darren saw her strong fist coming at his face and tried to move out of the way
but he wasn't quick enough. It hurt so badly when her strong fist connected
with his cheek bone. He bent down to shelter his face but all he could use was
his left hand because she still had a grip on his right hand. She let go of
his other hand and just hit him with probably 9 to 10 painful punches to face
that he was unable to defend against because he was so slow, so unskilled, and
so weak. He fell to the floor holding his face and crying. The stronger
Jennifer stood above him.

"Get up, get out of my house right now, and never come back" Jennifer ordered
sternly. Darren was in too much pain to argue. He definitely did not want
Jennifer to beat him up anymore. He got to his feet and walked towards the
front door. As he opened it he thought about what he was doing. He came here
to find out what had happened to his brother and he was giving up already. He
would never be able to live this down if he left. He saw a small statue of a
cougar sitting on an end table near the front door. He looked at Jennifer and
her back was turned to him. One blow of that statue to her head would knock
her down and then she'd be answering to him. Darren closed the front door
without leaving, picked up the statue, and swung at Jennifer's sweaty head. He
almost connected but just in time she felt his presence behind her and she
turned around and grabbed his wrist in mid-air. She squeezed his wrist and the
cougar fell to the ground.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that" she threatened. While still holding his
wrist, Jennifer took her right foot which had the striped sock on it and
kicked him in the ribs. It was extremely painful and Darren was ashamed that
that foot with the ugly sock that he hated so much was able to cause so much
pain. Jennifer gave him two more hard kicks to the ribs and they were so
painful. Darren crouched over holding his ribs but he managed to stay on his
feet. Jennifer intentionally fell to the ground. She used her big legs to
tangle up his skinny legs and she brought him to the ground. Once she brought
him down she put him in an odd sort of leg lock, twisting his legs in ways
that the human leg was not meant to be twisted. This was more pain then skinny
little Darren had ever felt in his life and became afraid that Jennifer was
going to break his legs.

"Owww, ahhhh, owwww" he screamed and whined like a little baby "owww, owww."
Jennifer didn't let up on her leg lock and Darren continued to scream and cry.
The pain was so unbearable. Finally when Jennifer let go, Darren tried to move
his legs to see if they were even still functioning correctly but he didn't
have a whole lot of luck.

Jennifer stood up and she seemed extremely fired up. She put her right foot on
his chest, the foot which had the ugly striped sock on it. She proudly stood
above him signifying the power she had over him. "Does anybody know you're
here?" she asked. Unfortunately for Darren the answer to that was "no". When
he finally found out where his brother was last seen he got so wound up that
he didn't set up any plan of attack whatsoever. Instead of letting someone,
even the PI, know where he was going he told no one. The only question now was
whether he wanted to tell her the truth. He figured if he told her that he had
gotten cops involved or anything like that, there would be severe consequences
so he decided to tell the truth.

"No, nobody knows" he said, sounding obviously afraid.

"You better not be lying to me" she said angrily "or I will kill you right
here. Let me ask you one more time, does anybody know you are here?"

Darren started bawling again, now just out of shear fear. "No, I swear to you,
I didn't tell a soul, I just wanted to find my brother. I knew if I told
anyone I was coming here by myself they would try to talk me out of it so I
didn't tell anyone, I swear to you!" Darren cried and cried.

"Well I guess that makes sense" she replied "because if anyone knew you were
here you wouldn't have just tried to kill me with that statue. However, you
hitting me in the head with that statue could have easily killed me. If I
didn't kill you right now I'd be letting you off way too easily. Women will
rule the world someday and this is going to be a big step in the right
direction." Darren watched helplessly as Jennifer lifted her shoed foot with
the striped sock off of his chest. He watched her wind her foot up and saw it
coming towards his nose. Darren only felt the painful contact for less than a
second before the bone in his nose went up through his brain. It was actually
5 hard kicks to Darren's temple that actually killed him but he never felt
those.

Eric was lying on the basement floor when he heard the trap door open. He
found this odd because he was pretty sure it wasn't feeding or bathroom time
yet and Jennifer had never come down for any other reason. When Eric got a
better view he saw that Jennifer was carrying a male body. It looked like she
had another prisoner. Eric felt bad for the guy but he had to admit he was
happy that he'd have someone else he could talk to and even mentor a bit like
Andrew had done for him.

Jennifer dragged the body closer to Eric's cell and opened his cell door. He
became a little annoyed that Jennifer was putting someone else in his cell. It
was all he had anymore that was his own and he did not want a roommate. As
Jennifer dragged the body into the cell Eric realized that this guy was not
just crippled, he was dead. Eric gagged and threw up a little bit of his lunch
on the basement floor. Jennifer turned the head of the dead body so the face
faced Eric and when he saw that the dead man was his younger brother he
screamed louder than he ever screamed in his life.

"Your brother came here trying to save you" Jennifer said calmly "He didn't
stand a chance. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the body yet. I may
bury it, or I may throw it in the river. Until I decide I'll just let it rot
down here for awhile." Eric screamed some more. He wanted to yell at her and
call her a fucking bitch or a fucking whore but despite the situation he was
way too afraid of what the consequences would be if he did that. Instead he
just screamed and cried in horror. Jennifer left the cell and locked the cell
door as she walked out leaving the dead body in there. "Just remember"
Jennifer said as she walked up the stairs, "I rule your world and your
family's world as well. And there's not a thing you can do about it." Jennifer
exited the basement through the trap door.

Eric looked at his poor brother's dead face and gave it a kiss. He thought
back to a time when he was 13 years old and his brother was 10 and he beat
Darren up and Darren cried and cried. Eric felt so bad about that for years.
His little brother was so small and weak and Eric had felt horrible for what
he had done, and he didn't even beat him up that bad. He thought about how
much courage his little brother had coming to try and save him and then he
cried more as he thought about how much torture Jennifer had probably put
Darren through before he died. The mental pain of looking at his dead brother
right in front of him was more than Eric could take, but since he was crippled
he couldn't turn Darren's head out of the way. All he could do was cry and
cry. The inner peace that he had felt earlier that had taken almost a year for
him to gain was now gone. He didn't feel any peace, just sorrow, sadness, and
misery. And that wasn't going to go away, knowing what Jennifer had done to
his brother. Eric wasn't going to be feeling any peace as long as Jennifer
ruled his world.