The Making of a Legend - The Life of Zig Zag
The first of three children, Zig Zag was an unhappy child. The pregnancy was unexpected (and not completely accepted by her father). The father did not make much money and the mother did not work so the home was rundown and the children had to live in a poverty stricken surroundings with little love to be had. The only break ZigZag got was when she went to school but still the neglect and abuse rose was paramount in her life. Uncaring to Zig Zag, her parents neither the less had two much children through careless sex or the hope of attaining a better child. At first her mother did nurture her at a young age, yet the intimidating and ruling nature of the father with the fragility of her will made the mother neglecting to her children.
"ZIGZAG, YOUR BROTHER'S CRYING AGAIN!!!"
The roaring of her pathetic father rung through the house. At only 10 years of age, Zig Zag struggled to keep up with school work and be a good mother figure for her neglected siblings. She rushed down the stairs to her brother's cries and not that of her father's demands.
"What has he had for dinner?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"You're his father!"
"Don't you dare speak to me like that!"
Raising himself from his chair he administered a slap to her face. She hit the floor with a thump and held her face.
"Now you get up and sort your brother out."
Her father returned to his newspaper, ignoring his daughter's pain completely. Holding back the tears and keeping her strength, Zig Zag made her way into the kitchen.
"Mum, is there anything left from dinner?"
Her mother was sitting there, watching the small, black and white TV in the kitchen (the only one in the house).
"There's some chicken left on the side."
In a dank corner of the kitchen was a plate of chicken with cuts of fat surrounded by a swarm of flies.
"I don't think that's good enough. He'll get sick."
"Well I am NOT cooking anything else."
"Can I cook something then?"
"I'm not trusting you with the oven."
Even though Zig Zag wasn't her real name, it was one that was widely accepted. Her parents never really gave any thought to her real name and so Zig Zag became her identity rather than a nickname. Her name itself is derived from her fur pattern which she inherited from her grandfather who is a Siberian Tiger. However, her tiger/skunk hybrid genetics was not accepted by her parents (especially since her brother and sister did not share in her fur pattern) and was either called Zig Zag or 'freak'.
A couple of years into the future and Zig Zag had began her high school years. The continuous abuse and her responsibility for her siblings had scarred Zig Zag, creating a new personality that she did not like. She became private and aggressive towards those who tried to build a relationship or become close to her. Her school work suffered and her grades began to fall even though she was naturally smart.
"We know that 4, 9 and 16 are all square numbers..."
Zig Zag wasn't listening. She had spent the night getting her sister to sleep and making helping her brother with school work. She sat at her desk with her head in her hands. She began to scribble notes on a piece of paper.
"Excuse me, Miss Zig Zag?"
She looked upwards to find the teacher staring disconcertingly at her.
"Am I boring you?"
"No ma'am."
"And what have you been writing?"
The teacher snatched away the paper before Zig Zag could shield it from her sight.
"The Z Place? Film Studio? Bit of an actress are we?"
The children around her began to giggle and whisper.
"It's none of your business!"
"How dare you speak to me like that! Outside, now."
She didn't mean to be rude but she could help it. Bursts of rage and feelings of pain and anger would surge through her body like an electric current and she would release that onto anyone who annoyed her. Of course, her better side still clung to the hope of retribution but her heart was still heavy. The only place were she was happy were her dreams. She would become an actress who was famous and rich. Her brother and sister were living in safety and she had her own studio. She became know as a rebel at school and she was suffering for it at home.
"How did you get three E's?"
"I just did, okay. Can I go upstairs now?"
"You are making a mockery of this family."
"You would know a lot about that!"
"Why you little..."
He raised his hand for a slap but hesitated as she recoiled in fear.
"Go upstairs."
Why did he not hit her. For the first time she felt that he may, some how, some way, care for her. She soon found out she was wrong.
"I'm going to school."
"Oi Zig Zag, come here."
He sat in the kitchen waiting for her, "Zig Zag my dear."
She approached him as he lowered his fly, "Touch it."
This wasn't the end of it. Since the downfall of her parent's relationship, Zig Zag's father had taken to the new, curvier Zig Zag. His sexual confrontation was rising in seriousness and soon it began to get to levels dangerously close to full intercourse. Zig Zag however, was not one to sit there and take it so threatening to tell the mother or, better yet, the police finally became an option. The only counter threat the father had to say was that, even though she could stand up to him, her siblings can't and he would beat them to within inches of their young lives. For the next years, the secret incest went on unheeded.
By the mature age of 17, Zig Zag had developed into a proper woman. Her dreams were still the only thing on her mind and the only thing stopping her from breaking down. Soon, her father became hungry for more than a toss off here and a pull there. He want her virginity. She had had enough. Late one night she packed herself a lunch, gathered her belongings, kissed her siblings goodbye, left a note and set off.
'To my parents,
I, your daughter Zig Zag, have had enough with your neglect and abuse that I have had to suffer through all these years and have decided to fulfil my dreams. You will not hear from me again until have made enough money and become the person I want to be. To my siblings I can leave nothing but hope. One day you will live a life of happiness and joy for which I will make sure of. Make sure you hold on and remember that I will save you
Your loving sister,
Zig Zag
She had meet a friend in high school who she went to in her time of need and homelessness. A small squirrel by the name of Sabrina who would prove to be a good friend of Zig Zag, and much more. Zig Zag tried to make a name for herself in the big city as an actress. Although her lack of experience, grades and her very, very attractive figure. It seemed she looked far to...'beautiful' for movies or TV appearances. The fact that she was also still quite hostile to people also seemed to turn people off. After a year of searching, she turned up with nothing until, on the eve on her 18th birthday, she got a phone call.
"Miss Zag?"
"Yes?"
"I'm calling about the ad you put up. 'Young actress with looks, good attitude and hard working nature'. I run an acting studio and I would like you to star in a few minor films. I have seen your picture and I think you'd be perfect."
The next few minutes were filled with screams and praise. This is the break she had worked so hard for. Soon Sabrina had made her lunch and she was off to her interview.
"Come in!"
"Hi, I'm Zig Zag and I'm here for my interview."
"Miss Zag! Wow, your perfect!"
"Perfect? I haven't even said anything!"
"You don't need to."
Zig Zag was quite confused by this so it seemed some explanation is in order. She had not just walked into an acting career, she had walked into an ADULT acting career. First she seemed quite scared of the prospect but knew this was her only hope. Her first job was with a bear on her birthday. She seemed really scared as he began to finger her. She started to feel used, frightened. However, pushing through her begotten past she decided to let loose. And boy did she let loose. Working him over for two hours she had lost her virginity but gained a new look on life. She was no longer hateful to those around her and began to care for others. A year later she was offered a job with another girl, and she took it. Her new found bisexuality was one more step to her eventual greatness.
Staring in as many films as she could and, literally, fucking her way to the top, Zig Zag had gone through ever fetish at least twice. Only those of great taboo had evaded her. Soon she had enough money and decided it was finally time to fulfil her dreams and safe those she loved. With help from Sabrina as her new secretary (and play toy!) she bought a warehouse downtown and, with a little paint and polish, Double Z studios was born. She was twenty and a half by now and she was just wanted to show others what being a porn star was like in a safe and friendly environment. Gaining more friends and acting staff, she began making movies and merchandise. Since her movies conveyed such emotion and passion that they became the most popular adult movies. Zig Zag also became a hit actress because of her looks. The small Double Z Studios had became a mini porn empire.
In her mid-twenties, Zig Zag returned home to save her siblings. She went to court for custody of the two. Since she worked in pornography, the judge declared that the children could not stay with her but he also stated that they could not stay with the parents. After a review the custody was handed over to the grandparents and the parents were charged with domestic violence, assault, sexual assault and child abuse. Seeing the devastated look on their face was Zig Zag's final victory and a weight was lifted from her shoulder.
The empress sat on her throne with all the power she commanded. Her siblings were safe, her parents were tasting sweet justice and she had everything she wanted. Almost everything. She lay in her double bed with a smile on her face.
"There's a lot of space in this bed..."
She could feel the breath of her lover on the back of her neck, the touch of there hand on her thighs. She opened her eyes to the free space again and sighed. She thought she was fixed... Little did she know that she could never share her love with anyone. She knew she wouldn't make a good mate. She was too private, sensitive and she couldn't trust anyone. For a girl who has everything, she actually had very little.
(((I would like to thank Max Blackrabbit for allowing me to use Zig Zag in this biography. I hope I have it right. Enjoy reading about the life of this amazing furry. All copyright of Zig Zag is of Max Blackrabbit.)))