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Zena (MF, slutty fun)
By: Manon (address withheld)

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Zena -- A new age girl. 

I often walk the back streets of the city observing 
life. 

Existensial human behaviour fascinates me. 

People are such sewer rats. And the city is the 
ultimate human sewer. 

I turned down a lane and then down another and 
found myself in a part of the city I didn't 
remember ever visiting previously. The main 
pavement decoration was overfull garbage bins 
awaiting collection. There was a steak restaurant, 
one of those places with a wooden door set in a 
plain brick wall and a sign that said "El Toro, 
Beef the way you want it". With salmonella 
poisoning I supposed. Next to that were three 
glass fronted shops. They had been boarded up 
and heavily graffitied and the glass was broken in 
two of them. A faded and decrepit sign 
announced that one had been a ladies hirdresser 
and another had sold fishing gear. The ass must 
have dropped out of those enterprises in this end 
of town because they'd been shut for a while. In 
fact only four businesses still survived. "Stormy's 
Private Club", very obviously a brothel, an 
absolutely filthy general store that sold cigarettes 
and groceries, a few of which were displayed 
amongst long dead flies in a dust covered 
window, "El Toro" and a bookshop named 
"Zena's Garden of Zen". 

I went over and stood outside "Zena's Garden of 
Zen.", stroking my beard and looking at what was 
displayed in the filthy window. There were some 
rather battered volumes and a couple of faded and 
torn posters. On display were "Knife fighters of 
the Phillipines", "The Bizarre Magazine 
Compendium", "Penitentiary Magazine", "The 
Secret History of Zionism", "Wet Bondage" and 
"Earthquake Sex". 

I went inside. 

The shop was dark and unevenly lit and had a 
small front counter and a lot of ill matched and 
irregular shelves crowded with more books and 
magazines, the relatives of those in the window 
display. 

At the counter sat a girl of indeterminate age, 
given the lack of light, who was picking at her 
teeth and reading something opened on the 
countertop. 

"Hi!" She said without looking up. 

"Hello." I said. 

"Help ya?" 

"Just browsing." 

"Kay." 

I walked around looking at the contents of the 
shelves. There was a lot of anti semitic stuff, gay 
and lesbian oriented photo books, eastern 
religions, new age lifestyle books, and feminist 
stuff. What I'd call nasty feminism. The Nazis 
had a section all to themselves. 

I was looking at the covers of these, stroking my 
beard, which I do when I'm ruminating, when I 
became aware that the girl was next to me. Up 
close, she was probably about twenty eight, a 
year or two older than me. She had on tight black 
jeans that made her look like she had dipped her 
legs in black ink, sneakers and a pink lycra top. 
She was small, about one fifty five centimetres 
and had a beautiful body. Obviously she didn't 
wear a bra because her nipples were very 
pronounced as they thrust their nubby selves like 
two pencil points against the pink lycra. Her face 
was gamin like, an impression reinforced by her 
spiky black hair. Quite short, it radiated around 
her face like an aura. She had a lot of dark 
eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick and equally 
bright pink nail polish on her fingers. 

"Hi!" She said, showing slightly uneven teeth, 
"Help ya?" 

"Just sort of looking." 

"I'm Zena, and I'd like to help ya." 

"Oh...thanks." 

She grabbed my arm. "Must be something you 
see you like?" 

"Well, I did see one." 

I walked back to where a book on existensial 
freedoms had caught my eye. Zena followed and 
when we reached the place, I picked up the book, 
and she placed her hand firmly on my left 
buttock. "Good choice." She said. 

"Errmmm." I said and moved to take her hand. 
Quick as a flash, she moved it and grabbed my 
crotch. ever so lightly but effectively. She smiled 
at me like innocence itself. 

"Zena?" I asked, "Where are we going here?" 

"Where do you want to go?" 

"Well..." 

Her face was near mine and I could smell her 
sweet breath and her hand was still resting on my 
crotch. I'm not immune and my penis was rising. 
Penis rising. That was like a joke and I giggled 
nervously. 

"You like me then?" She said and my obvious 
erection was not helped by her rubbing it with 
that soft little hand. 

"I don't even know you." 

"OK, we'll meet over lunch." 

"Ermmm. Now?" 

"Yes now and you're buying." she announced. 

She walked me to the front door, said twelve fifty 
and took the money I offered, gave me back my 
book in a paper bag with the store's name on it 
and propelled me outside, snapping off the lights 
and closing and locking the door. She reversed an 
Open sign to read Closed. 

Out in the street, even the weak daylight seemed 
bright and strong. I waved a hand to indicate El 
Toro. She wagged her head. "El Tummy Buggo! 
No way. Follow me." She took my hand and we 
set off down the lane. At the first intersection we 
turned into a well used street and I was surprised 
when we bypassed the Heavenly Karma Health 
Foods and lobbed into a fish cafe. Zena waved Hi 
to a surly looking waitress and led me to a table 
for two at the back of the shop. The waitress 
sauntered over with a pad in her hand and stood 
looking down at us, hips cocked. 

"Hi Zena. Whatcha want?" 

"The platter for me. And bring us some house 
white." 

"And yer friend?" 

I ordered the catch of the day with fries. The 
waitress, late teens, gum snapper and bad attitude 
wandered off. She was back a minute or two later 
and slapped down a carafe of piss coloured wine. 
I poured two thirds of a glass for Zena and the 
same for me. Zena sucked down half her glass 
and took my hand. More lay her hand over mine 
and stroked my fingers. "So, what's yer name 
mate?" 

"Stephano." 

"Steve eh! We'll cut the bullshit." 

I sipped the wine. It was ghastly. 

"What do you do Steve?" 

"Sort of psychologist and writer." 

"Whatcha doin' now?" 

"Between jobs." 

"Unemployed student eh!" 

I grinned despite myself. "What about you?" 

"Bookshop proprietor." 

"That's your shop?" 

"Yep." 

The waitress slagged back and put down two 
plates. Amazingly, it looked good and was. Zena 
worked away at hers and for a small girl she 
didn't stint, concentrating on her food until the 
plate was empty. She tore her bread into pieces 
and popped it in her mouth. "OK Steve, that was 
good thanks." 

"It WAS good. Thank you." 

"My pleasure." 

I smiled. 

"And talking about my pleasure what's your 
afternoon agenda." 

"I ummm..." 

"Nothing. As I thought. Well I've got something 
for you to do." 

We finished the wine. The waitress strolled over 
like it was physically painful to do so. We 
declined sweets and had coffee. Zena hopped her 
chair around until it was almost on top of mine 
and began nibbling at my ear. Then she licked my 
neck and I could smell the sweet winey smell on 
her breath. Her hand was on my thigh and rubbed 
along it. Like I said I'm not immune to an 
attractive girl getting close and I felt my erection 
growing. So did Zena. Her hand was on me and 
she groaned and then ducked under the table and 
I felt her cheek on my bulging pants. "Ummmnnn 
good." Said Zena. Then she straightened up and 
said "Come on we're off." and led me from the 
cafe. I paid the girl and we headed back to the 
bookshop. 

Zena opened the door and leaving the closed sign 
hanging where it was, closed it behind us and 
locked it again. She was by now clinging to my 
arm and she propelled me through the dusty shop 
and up a narrow set of stairs at the rear to a small 
flat above. The whole place had worn carpet and 
walls painted in bright but garish colours. Yellow 
and purple seemed to appeal to Zena and a lot of 
the walls were covered in posters. New age stuff 
mostly. Still grasping my arm, she pushed me 
into a bedroom. Walls purpley blue. Low, messy, 
but big bed. Posters, a bedside table with a lamp 
with a shade cut out in stars and moons, a robe 
with its doors hanging open and a jumble of 
brightly coloured clothes hanging there. She sat 
me on the bed and closed the door. 

She looked at me and said. "I hope you don't 
want crack or pot, I don't do any of that shit 
despite all this." she waved her arm at the posters 
and stuff, "No, all we're going to do is fuck. And 
Stevie, believe me, I'm a good fuck!" 

"Zena..." I started to say but she dismissed it 
with a hand gesture. 

Turning to me she stripped off her top with a 
crossed arm pull. She wasn't wearing a bra, I'd 
gotten that right. She kicked off her sneakers and 
undid her jeans and wriggled out of them. When I 
say wriggled that's what I mean. They were so 
tight she had to shed them like a snake shedding 
its skin. Peeling them down and off. She was 
naked except for a less than clean pair of panties, 
the sort that consists of a ruched strap and a vee 
of material that covered her pudenda and 
disappeared under her crotch where it turned into 
a thong and vanished into the crack of her ass. 
That ass was beautiful, round, firm, tight and 
sexy. She had small breasts with funny conical 
shaped nipples with very little aureole and 
everything concentrated into the nub. Those nubs 
were standing straight out and were crepey and 
excited. She had a very flat tummy, which was 
amazing given the lunch she'd just scoffed, but 
there it was, flat and barely convex with a big 
concave dent where her belly button ducked in, 
the pink bulge of her actual button sticking up out 
of the dent like a head popping up out of a hole. 

She came to me and pushed me aside to make 
room on the bed for herself, lying next to me. 
"Well Stevie. See anything you like now?" 

"God you're beautiful." I said. Dumb I know. 

She tinkled with laughter, a sort of joyous giggle. 
She took my hand and placed it over the vee of 
her panties. They were soaking wet with her 
stuff, slimy and saturated and a massive turn on. 

"Take off my panties." 

I grabbed the ruched waist band. 

"Uh Uh. Nope! With your teeth." 

I got on hands and knees and stooping my head 
over her, got the waist band in my teeth. She 
smelt aroused and very cummy. I pulled back and 
they slid down over her hips and down her thighs 
and legs. A snail trail of cummy stuff stayed 
behind. She moaned and rolled her hips and 
closed her eyes and sighed and reaching down, 
she found my belt and loosened it and undid the 
button at my waistband and pulled my zip fully 
open. Her own scrap of panties were trailing 
around her ankles and she rolled over to face me 
and bending her knees pulled her legs up under 
her. She took my jocks and pulled them down 
and off pushing them into the legs of my trousers. 

"I'll take them off." I said. 

"No. I want it this way." 

I said no more and she bent her head and started 
to lick my cock. She sucked me into her mouth. 
My erection was huge and she bobbed her head 
back and forth, pulling on my cock, her teeth 
scraping the skin, her lips like velvet. I felt 
excitement growing in my balls and my groin and 
then I felt that feeling of tipping over the edge 
and knew I could hold back no longer. My cock 
spasmed back and forth in Zena's mouth and I 
could feel the jism firing like bullets as it shot 
and shot out of me. 

Finally I stopped. 

"Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn..." Said Zena, then, "Mmmmnnnnn
sweet." 

"Ugh." I said. 

"You're cum is sweet, Steve. Some guys are 
tasteless, some bitter and some, like you, sweet." 

"True?" 

"Yep...You can strip off now." 

I stripped off my clothes and we lay on the bed. 
Zena showed me where she wanted me to kiss 
her and tongue her and she started panting as I 
worked on her nipples, inside her mouth and in 
her pussy. She took my hand and guided it inside 
her. Her pussy was swollen and very, very 
sensitive, because she kept saying "Uh" and "Oh" 
and "Jeezus" and "Oh Jeezus that's good." She 
ran my finger over her clitoris, it felt big and 
throbbing. "Biggest clit I know." she moaned. 

"Yeah." 

"Sure." 

"How would you know that?" 

"Measured it. Measured other girls too." 

She grabbed my cock. It was hugely erect again. 

"Ya can put this inside me. I know that's what ya 
want." 

"Zena, I love you." 

"Bullshit! But you can fuck me." 

"Alright." I climbed onto her and she guided my 
cock inside her. I started pumping, tried to keep it 
smooth and hold back a bit. Zena shrieked and 
swore and uttered a stream of absolute filth and I 
kept thrusting then she screamed "Now you 
bastard, now!" I let it go and shot cum into her 
over and over. 

Zena looked at me through dreamy eyes and said 
"That was good Steve." 

Then she closed her eyes for a minute and opened 
them and looked at me through unfocussed 
pupils. "Come here at seven tonight and join my 
party." She rolled on her back and went limp and 
started to snore and I realised she was out to it. 

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I went downstairs and headed for the door. A big 
guy in a leather biker jacket was sitting behind 
the counter. He had greasy black hair in a 
ponytail and broken finger nails and looked 
tough. As I walked toward him he sneered and 
spat at me. 

"So this is Madam's newest fuck." 

"Beg Pardon?" 

"Beg pardon. Beg pardon. Don't shit me mate, I 
know you've been screwing Madam Z." 

I looked at him not sure what to say. 

"Everyone does sport. You know what they say 
about Zena. Cock-a-doodle do! Any cock'll do." 

"I...we...um." 

"Mate, Zena's a cunt with limbs. Don't think 
you've got anything special there." 

He glowered at me and I left. 



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I thought about it and decided I liked Zena. 
Maybe I just liked the sex. Anyway, I reckoned, 
bugger bikie boy I wanted more. I came back at 
seven. 

All the lights were on and there were about fifty 
people there, they were drinking, smoking, taking 
dope and talking. A couple were groping on the 
floor. There were plates of finger food around 
amongst the bookshelves and Zena seemed to 
have a monopoly on the piss coloured wine. I 
walked in and saw the big guy I'd had the strange 
conversation with earlier behind the counter 
again. He looked at me and then looked away. I 
saw Zena come down the stairs. She had on a 
long black shift like dress and with her spiky 
black hair it made her face appear chalky white 
and her darkly made up eyes looked like black 
holes in her face. Black holes above a pink gash 
that was her lipstick. 

She came to me. 

"Stevie." She said and she kissed me and 
wrapped herself against me, legs either side of 
mine and groin jammed against my leg. She was 
grinding herself on my leg and crushing herself to 
me so that I could feel her unfettered breasts 
against my chest. 

"Take me somewhere and fuck me." 

"Zena! It's your party, your guests." 

"Shits. Once I provide the place and the food and 
booze they don't give a stuff about me or who I 
even fucking well am." 

She had practically adhered herself to me like a 
starfish and she grabbed my arm in her hot hand 
and said, "Come with me." 

She pulled me through the shop and up the stairs 
to her bedroom. The door was closed. She rattled 
the handle, it was locked. 

"Bastards." She said. 

Then she screamed "BASTARDS!" 

She turned to me and stamped her foot and then a 
sly look crossed her face. 

"OK!" she said, "Come back at eleven." 

"I just got here." 

"Eleven." 

She disappeared down into the crowd. 



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I came back at eleven. 

I couldn't not. 

Zena, strange weird Zena, had me in her thrall. I 
could no more stay away from her than I could 
not breathe. She filled my thoughts, she 
dominated my mind. Maybe it was the fact that 
she was the most sexual woman I had ever met, 
maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, 
Zena attracted me like a magnet attracts iron 
filings. I could not resist her. If she had asked me 
to come to her, barefoot across broken glass, I 
would have done it happily. 

The shop was dark and quiet. Everyone had gone 
home. I turned the front door knob and it opened 
and I slipped inside. Light was coming down the 
stairs from the flat at the rear. It diffused through 
the shop casting an eerie gloom over everything. 
The mess from the party lay all around. I could 
just see enough to find my way amongst the 
shelves. I walked through to the bottom of the 
stairs. Light shone down from above. I walked up 
the stairs. The bedroom was in darkness and the 
light was coming from the opposite side. I 
walked towards it and then stopped. 

I was looking into a lounge room. 

It had a three seater lounge and two matching 
armchairs. They were battered naugahyde, cream 
in colour. There was an upright lamp and it was 
from this that the light was coming. The carpet 
was the same tacky stuff that was in the bedroom. 
The walls were purple and covered in posters. 
The same new age crap that she had elsewhere. A 
wooden coffe table was sprinkled with 
magazines. 

Zena sat in the middle of the lounge and I didn't 
think she had seen me. 

I watched fascinated. 

She had an old terry robe on and nothing else. It 
was open and gaping down the front so that I 
could see Zena's breasts, her flat, lean tummy, her 
pubic hair, badly bleach blonded and her gaping 
vagina. Her legs were spread wide at the hips and 
then bent at the knees and her feet were tucked 
under. She was slumped down on the lounge and 
her eyes were fixed on a corner of the room 
beyond my vision. As I watched she touched her 
vaginal lips with her fingers with their long pink 
nails. She stroked and rubbed her open slit with 
one hand while the other played with her breasts. 
Her face looked ecstatic. Then she brought down 
her other hand and with both hands cupped her 
pussy. She slid two fingers inside and groped for 
an instant as she found and located her clitoris. 
The biggest one she knew. She started rubbing 
and rubbing, gaining speed like a train 
accelarating, smoothly and evenly. Her mouth 
was open and dribble drooled down her chin. Her 
eyes were unfocussed and her hand was jerking 
furiously. Then her body bucked and bucked and 
her hand was covered in wet sliminess and she 
groaned, a deep and utterly primaeval groan. Her 
head turned slowly and she looked at me. 

"Come on in Stevie. You can do this from now 
on." 

I was embarrassed by what I had seen. But I was 
also painfully aroused and my erection was 
thrusting against my trousers making it hard for 
me to walk. Zena patted the lounge and I sat next 
to her. She turned to me and loosened my 
trousers and unzipped me and pushed trousers 
and underpants out of her way and then circling 
my hugely engorged cock with her thumb and 
forefinger, she lightly and expertly masturbated 
me to release. As I started to fountain, she 
squeezed me, holding it back, and then bent 
forward and released me so that my cum spurted 
out and sprayed her eyes. She groaned again and 
her head fell forward her hair trailing on my 
groin and she kissed my fading erection, 
hungrily, like a lover kissing her loved. 

She lay for a while like that, licking and kissing 
me and then she stood and shucked off her robe 
and undressed me. When we were both nude she 
pulled me onto the carpet and we made very 
slow, very thorough love, leaving no spot or 
crevice on each other's bodies unexplored. 

Afterwards, she led me, both of us completely 
nude, through to the bedroom and lying on it, she 
wrapped herself around me like a vine around a 
post and went instantly and deeply asleep. 

I lay awake for a long time and felt such 
tenderness and such love for Zena that I 
wondered why I had never experienced this 
before. At last I too slept. 

She woke slowly in the morning and we fucked 
again. 

Then Zena surprised me by making a mouth 
watering breakfast and feeding it to me while she 
giggled and smiled, almost to herself. We both 
remained nude throughout breakfast and she 
wouldn't let me dress until we had cleared away 
the breakfast dishes and cleaned up. She was 
crazy and weird and odd and I loved her. 

She watched while I dressed, herself still naked, 
and then said, "OK, out you get. You can come 
back tonight at eight and we'll see if you get 
lucky." She kissed me lightly and pushed me out. 

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All day I thought of nothing but Zena. 

She was like a drug and I masturbated myself to 
my dreams of her. 

At eight I was back at the shop. 

  I opened the door and once again the only light 
was from the flat. 

I hurried through and found the lounge room 
lights on as they had been the previous night. 

Zena was posed nude on the old naugahyde 
lounge. 

One arm was extended along the top of the 
lounge, bent at the elbow and lying, fingers 
curled and relaxed, downwards. Her small, white 
body, revealed in its perfection, and glowing 
pearl like in the dim light from the lamp. Her 
head rested on her extended arm, wide eyed with 
eagerness, her lips parted and inviting. Nipples, 
dark and very erect, oversized for her small white 
breasts. Her black hair splayed out as though 
electric. Her legs were spread just far enough 
apart to offer a tantalising view of her bleach 
blonde pubic patch. Her other arm rested on her 
flat, smooth tummy, fingers spread and pointing 
at her pussy, which her index finger just touched, 
caressing. 

"Hi!" I said. 

Zena didn't move or speak, just gazing at me with 
wide eyed, excited anticipation. 

I came closer. 

I was within centimetres, my lips opening to 
touch hers when I saw the ligature. Hard copper 
wire biting into her slender throat, so tight it had 
been invisible. 

Wide open blue eyes, not seductiveness, 
surprised. The final surprise. 

Fatally surprised. 

"She's dead." 

Shock made me turn in a spinning motion. 

The big guy with the leather jacket and the greasy 
pony tail was sitting in a chair, looking at me. 

"Dead?" I turned back, touched Zena's face, her 
soft, downy cheek. It was cool. 

"You killed her? .... why kill her?" 

"Why not?" 

"Why not? Why not? She was a...." 

"She was a cunt on legs. Nothing. A sex pouch 
for any man to stick his cock in and fuck. Zena 
never had a thought or a feeling other than 
desire." 

"That's not right. Well, she was affectionate, 
loving....and she was nice. A nice girl." 

"Yeah, sure she was nice. When she was spread 
out under you, legs apart and panting. 

"I can't believe this. You killed her. Why?" 

"Stop you having her." 

"That's crazy." 

"Mate, you wanted her. Worse still, she wanted 
you. The stupid cunt was actually fond of you. 
Told me I'd have to fuck off, she was moving in 
with you." 

"I never discussed anything...." 

"You didn't have to. Zena had decided she 
wanted you and what Zena wanted, Zena got." 

"But to kill her?" 

"She was nothing." 

"Bullshit. She was a girl. A healthy, funny girl. 
What right have you got to end the life of anyone, 
let alone a girl like Zena." 

"She was a woman. Fur. A cunt. I'm a man, its 
my right to kill a cunt." 

I sat down on the other chair. I couldn't handle 
this. It was weird. I looked at Zena. Those wide 
eyes. God she looked like she wanted sex. I 
couldn't get my mind around her being dead. 
Really strange. We sat, not speaking, looking at 
Zena. Dead Zena. Her looking at us. I began to 
feel funny, got up and went over to her, closed 
her eyes. I tried to close her mouth, but it fell 
open again. I came back and sat down. The big 
guy watched me. 

"She wants you." 

"She's dead." 

"So?" 

"God, what are you saying. This is sick." 

"You want her." 

"She's DEAD!" 

"So?" 

This was awful. I did want her. She looked so 
helpless, lying there, eyes closed, face peaceful. 
So submissive. My erection was growing. God! 
No, I didn't believe in God. 
Damn...Damn, I wanted her. 

The big guy got up and walked into the bedroom 
and turned on the lights. He came back and took 
Zena by the shoulders. Her head fell forward. 

"Get her legs." 

Like a man in a dream, unable to help myself, I 
got up and took Zena's ankles. They were cool to 
the touch. Between us we carried her into the 
bedroom. She drooped, limp, lax, lifeless. We lay 
her on the bed. 

"Lock up when you go." 

He disappeared. 

I looked at Zena lying there. She was really white 
now. Bloodless. Her lips were blue, her face was 
slightly discoloured. Purple. Her black 
eyeshadow and her pink nails and her cyanotic 
hue made her tremendously desirable. 

I undressed. 

I lay with her. The ligature around her neck, 
speckled with dried blood was erotic. Like a 
beautiful necklace. Necklace of death. 

I made love to Zena's corpse. 

She didn't move much and she was quite cold 
now. 

It was fantastic. My orgasm was unbelievable. 
Far better than ever before. 

I kissed Zena goodbye and left. 



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About three days later I saw an article in the 
papers. Page nine, about two short paragraphs. It 
said Zena Kowalski had been found murdered in 
the flat behind her bookshop, "Zena's Garden of 
Zen." It said the police suspected a sex crime as 
nothing was taken and from the positioning of the 
body when found. What it didn't say, but I knew, 
was that the police didn't care a damn. I saw 
nothing more about Zena. 

Zena Kowalski. That's my name. Steve Kowalski. 
Kids from a broken home. I remember my older 
sister and I. I was ten, she was twelve. She pulled 
her panties down and let me play with her little 
slit. Barely covered with downy fur. 

It wasn't so much I fucked my sister. Or even that 
I fucked my sister's corpse. 

The city is a sewer and I belong.

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