Gang Relations


by Willowluvyr

Drug Abuse Warning: Drug abuse and the consequences of it are depicted and discussed. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.

Language Warning: The language is representative of street language. Therefore is quite vulgar. You must be over the age of 18 and it must not be a crime to read material of this nature at your present location. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.

Note: My thanks to my beta reader Katia for her wonderful help in writing this piece.

Brie was lying bed waiting for her lover in the nude. She idly thought of her teenage sweetheart and their down and up day. The young social worker vowed she was going to start being more open and honest with her choice for lifemate. Brie knew that Zan was damaged and that it was up to her to be the stable one in this relationship.

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Zan showered luxuriously, while taking the time to clean her body thoroughly. It had been a hard day and she needed this. She thought of her fiery lover and their down and up day and vowed to make more of an effort to consider her sweetheart’s feelings, which were much more open than hers. The dark teen knew that she must redouble her effort with the therapy to be a more attentive lover.

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Zan entered the bedroom wearing only a towel. Brie grinned and seductively asked, "Is that for me?"

Zan removed he towel and spun around and queried, "Why? Do you see anything you like?"

Brie nodded vigorously, "Oh, yeah!"

The sensual teen glided to the foot of bed and crawled onto it. Beguilingly the alluring young female crawled catlike up the length of her sexy bed partner and quietly removed the covering that hid the blonde’s treasures. Zan ran her hand lightly over the green-eyed woman’s warm form, who squirmed sexually under the light ministrations.

Brie grabbed Zan’s hand and said, "I think it’s your turn."

Brie gently pushed her young lover onto her back and licked her lips. The strawberry blonde licked one nipple lightly, then the other. Softly the young social worker blew on the hardening nipples. A soft moan escaped from the aroused teen, when Brie suddenly took the right nipple between her teeth and nibbled it lightly.

Slowly, the green-eyed beauty stretched her lover’s breast using the nipple. She released the breast and repeated the action on the other breast. Zan gazed into her partner’s eyes and asked, "Aren’t we a little rough tonight?"

Brie smirked and inquired, "You up for something a little different?"

The teenaged took a deep breath and swallowed hard, then replied, "What did you have in mind?"

The blonde lover asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

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Zan was blindfolded as laid on the bed nervously. She could hear faint noises. Her lover had left the bed and was opening closing drawers or doors. The apprehensive teen felt her love get back on the bed. Then she felt something cold and wet touch her sensitive nipples, first one, then the other.

Suddenly an image flashed into Zan’s mind, a blonde, not Brie. She had dark brown eyes and was taller than Brie. The image solidified and the teenager started having trouble breathing. Her breaths became stilted and rasping as she hyperventilated again. Tears moistened the blindfold.

At first Brie mistook the shallow breathing for passion, until she felt her lover’s body stiffen. Then she knew something was wrong. The loving blonde stopped and removed the blindfold and held her young love in her arms. Brie held Zan gently and cooed, "Come back, Zan, concentrate on your breathing. Come back to me, Baby. Shhh. Calm down. It’s over, Baby, I am so sorry. It’s me Brie, come back to me."

Slowly Zan started breathing better but tears flowed from her freely and for the first time since the strawberry blonde had known her, she saw the stoic teenager weep openly and without reservation. Brie felt shame.

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When the tears stopped, so did Zan. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she just stared into space. Brie could not reach her. The teenager was practically comatose. She was breathing well, now, but would not respond to any of her lover’s pleads for communication. The normally active teen laid in her love’s lap and stared into space, silent and brooding.

Brie went to call Cassy for help, but when she attempted to leave the teen would convulse and scream pleadingly for her to stay. Eventually the young woman would calm down as her older lover held her gently, while stroking her raven hair.

The young social worker was getting desperate as her young sweetheart lay unmoving and she was unable to get any help. Using her foot she managed to knock the cordless phone onto the floor. Then stretching her form Brie managed to drag the phone towards her. Carefully she managed to curl her toes around the phone’s antenna and lift it onto the bed. Once she had it on the bed, she grabbed it and called Cassy.

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Cassy came right over and found the two naked lovers in Brie’s bedroom. She rushed to her friend and asked, "What happened?"

Brie lowered her chin to her chest and through the tears said, "We were making love and I blindfolded her and was using an ice cube and she started hyperventilating. Then when she started breathing right, she cried for a good fifteen minutes. Now she’s like this. She wouldn’t let me up or I would have called sooner. Could you hand me our robes? It’s a little breezy for our attire."

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Between them they managed to get Zan lying on the bed and Brie was able to get up and get some blood flowing in her legs. Cassy gave the non-responsive teen an injection. Brie wanted to ask what she was giving her lover, but she knew it would do any good to ask, it would be over her head anyway.

Zan hadn’t moved for three hours now and Brie was beside herself with worry and remorse. Cassy took the teenager’s pulse and checked her pupils and announced, "Well physically, she’s as healthy as ever. This is mental, Little Sister. I’ve given her an injection of B-12. I’m hoping to give her a jump start. I’m going to call an ambulance. We have to get her to a hospital."

The word hospital registered with the entranced teen and she blinked. Then, Zan said almost in hysterical tears, "No hospitals. Please, sweetie, no hospitals."

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Brie rushed to her lover’s side and took her into her hand and cried, "Baby, you’re back! You had me so worried. I thought I’d lost you."

Zan looked at Cassy and said timidly, "Hi, Cassy, sorry to cause you so much trouble."

Cassy shook her head and replied, "No trouble, Tiger, you just had us a little worried. One of us more than others."

Zan sheepishly responded, "I’m sorry I worried you guys, I’m not sure what happened. I’m sorry, Sweetie, I guess I ruined the day after all."

Brie wiped the tears from her cheeks and said, "No, Baby, it was my fault. I should have realized..."

Cassy interrupted the mutual guilt trip by saying, "It was both your faults. You should have talked about what you were doing more thoroughly before starting such games. You two had better start communicating better or I’m going to kick both of your asses from here to Christmas."

That outburst made both the young couple chuckle. Cassy wasn’t a match for wither woman. The visual of the intellectual psychologist kicking the ass of the tall athletic teenager disarmed the two distraught women, as it was intended to do.

Cassy asked Zan, "Do you remember what caused your reaction? It’s obvious you didn’t expect your reaction or you wouldn’t have agreed to the activity that led to it."

Zan thought for a minute and said, "I remember a blonde with brown eyes. I knew her, but I can’t remember who she is."

Cassy organized her thoughts and then instructed her young patient, "Zan, I know our next appointment isn’t until Friday. However, considering what happened tonight, I’d like to see you first thing in the morning. I doubt that Dr. Jones will be able to join us, but since I am still your primary psychologist I don’t see a problem. Can you make it?"

Zan and Brie both nodded affirmative as Brie added, "She’ll be there if I have to drag her there myself."

Zan gave her lover an evil smirk as if to say you’re welcome to try. Brie’s burst into a bright smile as she saw her heart return to her. Cassy smiled at the interplay and added, "I’m going to give you both a mild sedative to help you sleep tonight. You will both take them in my presence and then you will both go to sleep."

The feisty psychologist went to the kitchen and got two glasses of spring water from the refrigerator. Then she handed a glass of water and a pill to each of her friends and watched as they swallowed the pill and the water. Then she made sure that they went to bed and left as they fell asleep.

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Brie went to work, while Zan went to see Cassy. Brie had wanted to go, but Wednesday was her busiest day. So, Brie decided to go to work. Marge greeted her with a stack of papers and a cup of coffee. Brie took the coffee, but left the papers. She forced Marge to follow her into her office.

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Zan walked into Cassy’s office. This time she was alone. She apologized for her colleague’s absence, but that this meeting was on such short notice that her fellow psychologist couldn’t clear her calendar to be available.

The young psychologist informed the teenager, "We need to get past the walls you have set up. We need to hypnotize you. The question is are you willing to try?"

Zan had no choice if she wanted a life with Brie. She said, "Yes."

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Zan relaxed and closed her eyes. Slowly, she counted backwards in her mind, "100, 99, 98, 97, ... 97, ... 94 ..."

Cassy asked her best friend’s lover, "Zan, do you hear me?"

"Yes," replied Zan sleepily.

Cassy nodded and said, "Zan, I want you to go back to the time before your father was mugged. I want you to go back to a happy time. Zan, where are you?"

A drugged and hypnotized Zan replied, "I’m studying Gaelic with my father. He’s teaching me to read Gaelic."

According to her file Zan could only read English at a fifth grade level. ‘Could her reading problems be psychological as well?’ Cassy puzzled in her thoughts.

Cassy asked, "Zan, what are reading in Gaelic?"

Zan lazily answered, "It’s a collection of poems, some are fragments and incomplete. My father is translating it for a friend of his. He wanted a second opinion on the third stanza. He was a little concerned over the verb usage.

"Zan, what’s the date?"

"October 16, 1995," Cassy knew this date it was the day before Zan’s father was killed.

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Cassy knew they were getting close. So she queried, "Zan, what did you do after your lessons with your father?"

"I have a date. Father doesn’t like my date. So I’m going to sneak out after dinner. He says he thinks she had something to do with Mamma’s disappearance, but I don’t believe him. Mamma died; Papa had told her so. Papa said he was wrong and that he just found out Mamma was alive and that Callie was hurting her," the young woman was beginning to get agitated.

In a soothing voice, Cassy inquired, "Zan, who’s Callie?"

Zan squirmed a bit, but replied, "Callie is my girlfriend. She’s teaching me how to properly make love to a woman. She’s teaching how to control my women, so they know how to service me better."

Cassy could see that the thought of this woman was causing Zan’s irritated state. So she asked the question, to which she already knew the answer, "Zan you’re on your date. Can you describe Callie to me?"

"She’s about 5’ 8", has blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She’s got a body built by Fisher, very trim lines. She’s wearing all white leathers. She likes white leathers."

Cassy knew this was the woman in Zan’s dream last night. She must get the key to unlocking what happened to the tall teenager last night so she pressed on by inquiring, "Zan, tell me what’s happening?"

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"We’re dancing. Callie is telling me that it’s time for me to pick a pet for me to train. I’m looking around and I spot a cheerleader. She is a little on the short side, but is blonde and has gorgeous green eyes. Her name is Melissa Graves. She’s really stuck up and needs a lesson on how to treat people.

She looks at me dancing with Callie and gives me a disgusted look. I tell Callie I have chosen my pet. I direct her attention towards Melissa. She tells me that she’s a good selection."

Zan started getting fidgety again and starts to squirm as she continues, "I had chose Melissa with care. Callie showed me what to look for in a potential submissive and Melissa was a perfect candidate. I also knew she was interested in me sexually. I had seen the look often enough.

Cassy looked at the dark teen and wondered if she was truly good for her friend as she asked, "Zan, you’re back at the table with Callie, What’s happening?"

Zan recalled, "I’m leading my new pet using a leash. She is very embarrassed, but I know it’s turning her on. Callie sees us and says, "Let’s go to my place and we can party."

Cassy can see that Zan is very agitated. She is near convulsions, but she pressed on, "Zan you at Cassy’s apartment. You opened the door what do you see?"

Zan starts to convulse, but Cassy presses harder, "What do you see, Zan?"

Zan shouted, "I see my mother chained to the ceiling."

The teenager burst into tears and starts to cry openly. Cassy can see she has had enough and says, "Zan, you are in my office. Zan, when I count three you will wake and remember everything you have seen. One, two, three."

Zan opened her eyes and wept some more as Cassy held her tightly.

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Julia looked at the folder the private detective had given her. Every brain cell she had was screaming, ‘Stay away.’

But her brain wasn’t in charge right now and her libido pushed her out the door and into the car in a drive that would lead the excited woman to Zan’s front door.

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Zan wasn’t ready to face Brie yet. The revelations she had in therapy had caused something terrible to wake up in her. The teenager decided to go home and get some rest. Then maybe she could put jack back into the box.

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Zan was very frightened. Her mother was alive; she knew it. How she knew, she couldn’t remember, yet. Zan took pride in her memory. Now, she couldn’t trust it. She asked herself, "What am I going to do? When Brie hears that story, she’s going to hate me. Cassy won’t tell her with patient/doctor privilege and all, but I promised Brie to be open and honest with her. So I have to tell her."

A despondent woman entered her apartment and searched her kitchen cabinet to find the bottle of JD she kept for guests and poured herself a tall one. She was on her second tall one, when someone rang the front doorbell.

Zan answered the door to find that bitch who kissed her Brie. So the jealous teenage angrily asked, "What do you want, Bitch?"

The smartly dressed woman had a strange quivering reaction to the surly words from the tall imposing youth. Zan wanted her to go away so she could get drunk and think. She wasn’t in the mood for this bitch.

Julia had no idea as what to say. She had come here on impulse, when the private detective she hired found the address of the young woman about which she had such wild dreams. She couldn’t just could come out and tell the tall domineering woman that she wanted her to possess her. Ever since that scene in the shower room of her club, she could think of nothing else, but the wild animalistic eyes of this teenager.

Julia’s essense was soaking her panties as she contemplated what to say. Unable to think of any other response, the attractive older woman went for the truth and replied, "I’m here to find out if you want to play with me."

Zan smiled as she saw the lust in the woman’s brown eyes and smelled the musty odor of her desire. It woke a part of the dark teenager that had long ago been buried. The hypnosis had awakened emotions long suppressed and all at once they came rushing forward. With nothing more than animal instincts, the raven-haired teen grabbed the woman by her business jacket and pulled her into the apartment.

The young bureaucrat tripped and fell to the floor, but Zan just dragged her into the room causing long runs in the woman’s stylish stockings. The alcohol and the released emotions had knocked down all the walls Zan had carefully built around her hidden darkness. That darkness wanted to play with this woman.

Dazed by the suddenness of the onslaught, Julia said nothing as the dark teen pulled her to her feet by the collar of her jacket. The suddenly violent youngster pulled the woman to her and kissed her brutally. Zan released the kiss and ordered, "Take the jacket, blouse and skirt off."

Quickly the wantabe slave complied with her potential master’s orders. When she stood there in a stylish one piece bra and panties and stockings, Zan backhanded the woman and sent her flying into the couch, which fell over causing the woman to tumble and roll on the floor for several feet. The woman looked up with blood running down her cheek from a busted lip and a missing tooth.

The woman started to get up and her new master growled, "Don’t get up. Crawl over her. Is this the game you wanted to play?"

Barely able to think through the desire the woman said, "Yes!"

Suddenly, images of Brie invaded Zan’s confused mind. Brie’s Zan started struggling with her dark self for control. Zan growled at the woman, "Get out! Run!"

Confused by the sudden change and wondering whether this was part of the game or not, the new slave hesitated. Zan fought for control and the smell of desire in the woman was not helping. So, she grabbed the hesitant woman and physically threw her from the apartment and locked the door.

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The woman stared at the locked door. She had had an orgasm and it was running down her leg. She wanted more and started to knock when she noticed a group of bikers in the hall. They spotted the nearly naked woman and walked toward her. Julia knocked panicky on the teenager’s door. The only reply was, "Go away, Bitch."

Donna had taken over leadership of the Warriors, since Chucky’s forced departure. So she led the group towards the woman, who was obviously very aroused. She thought, "Zan was very good at getting these sexy pieces hot."

Donna reached down and grabbed the woman’s crotch and found it oozing her fluids. The woman shuttered as another minor orgasm rippled through her body. Donna smiled and said, "She likes it rough boys! Let’s party."

Julia didn’t want this she wanted Zan. She begged the gang to let her go as they led her down the hall toward the stairs that led to their apartment. In panic the woman tried to run but was tripped by one of the gang causing her to fall to the floor.

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Zan saw the woman’s clothes on the couch and knew she couldn’t let the woman go home half-naked. She reluctantly picked up the clothes and went to give them to the woman. She figured that was why the woman had knocked with such panic in her voice.

When she opened the door she saw her sprawled on the floor with the Warriors going after her. At that moment Brie comes up the stairs and demanded, "What is going on?"

Donna remembered what happened to Chucky and wanted no part of this woman. She hadn’t noticed that Zan had walked up behind the gang. So she tried to bluff Zan’s woman, "The Bitch wanted to party. Zan threw her ass out so we decided to oblige her."

Brie held her ground and said, "It doesn’t appear she wants to oblige you. So you better leave her alone."

Zan coughed to make her presence known. She was struggling to keep the darkness from taking control. It wanted to kill the gang and take its two women and party. The gang caught between two formidable women decided on discretion and went meekly to the stairway so they could go to their room.

Brie went to check the woman and noticed that Zan was holding the rest of the woman’s clothes. So she asked the obvious question very calmly with a disarming smile, "Zan why do you have the rest of her clothes?"

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End of Part 9.

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