The Transformation of Sasha (Dangerous Danielle & Prettyplaything)

[DangerousDanielle2]

Tessa looked up from eating her sandwich just in time to see her strut past with a small group of girls. The 'Her' in question was a cute 17 year old named Sasha and the group was probably the most stuck up, self conscious bunch of girls on the High School campus. If they gave themselves a name, Tessa didn't know it but it seemed that everyone past Freshman age knew about them and many girls in school wanted to belong with them.
Tessa silently chuckled to herself as she watched Sasha trying to keep with.....the 17 year old brunette had been trying to win the affection and most importantly the approval of the blonde 'leader of the pack'. They all walked together when not in class, their heads slightly turned upwards as if breathing air only reserved for them.

The raven haired Tessa had known Sasha since they entered High School but while Tessa pretty much kept to herself, Sasha had been trying to become popular, something that Tessa could care less about. As a matter of fact, the black haired beauty wanted to stay 'under the radar', so to speak.
Tessa was a lesbian. She wasn't a product of a broken home, but her parents spent more time away than with her, always giving her money instead of the affection every teenage girl craved. She developed urges that she thought were at first unusual but with no one to guide her sexually, she went her own way.

Tessa's virginity was taken at age 16 by an older woman, a professional Dominatrix it turned out and the young impressionable girl soon learned the tricks of the trade. Tessa had a large walk in closet she converted into her own sexual dungeon and more than one young high school girl had spent many an afternoon inside it, tied gagged and naked.....

Tessa was determined to have Sasha and decided she'd waited long enough.
After lunch she watched the girl go to the bathroom and followed, waiting until it was just the two of them. Tessa waited until Sasha emerged from the stall.

"Sasha!," she said with a smile. "Been a long time....how are you?"
She leaned forward, trapping the girl up against the wall. As she gazed directly into Sasha's eyes, she suddenly gave her a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek, not one of those under the Mistletoe Christmas kisses, but a passionate one. Leaving the girl breathless, she giggled, turned around and left.
"Just a little something from me to you sweetheart," she said as she entered the hall....

The trap was now set.....

 

[prettyplaything]

The popular girls' clique was probably the most unlikely one for Sasha to belong to; the clique was heavily hierarchical, while she was a free spirit; it emphasised style and appearance over substance, while she looked for meaning and purpose. The rules and mores of the clique were so suppressive and tyrannical that one would wonder why anyone would want to belong to it, and still, Sasha tried, and had been trying for years, to be a part of it. Of course, being in with the popular girls had its perks - there were the parties, the access to inside intel on upcoming tests and exams, and the bulletproofing from any kind of bullying or social attacks that came with the membership of the clique. All that Sasha had to give up in order to receive these and other benefits, was everything she was.

Mandi was the undisputed, uncontested, unquestioned leader of the clique. There was no agreed upon name to them - they were just 'friends' that liked to 'hang' together. Of course, it was just like any other autocratic power structure; there was one boss, then there were a couple of intimates, and finally, there were the followers. And no matter how hard she'd been trying, Sasha was still only one of the followers.
The rules were strict and clear; designer clothes only, don't be a prude or a virgin, but don't be too slutty either, don't try to be more popular than Mandi, don't be prettier or hotter than Mandi, and don't be a dyke, or a desperate slut. In the clique, there were only two sexual orientations: either you were normal, or you were a desperate dyke who only had sex with other dykes because you were too pathetic to score a hot guy, and had no self respect. Being somewhere in between prude and slutty wasn't easy either - less than one boyfriend counted as prudish, but more than two counted as slutty. In high school, it was amazing that anyone could cope living within such a straitjacket society, but for Sasha it was perhaps even more unbelievable.

Sasha had realised she was somehow different long ago. She'd always been more open towards others, more accepting, more tolerant, more curious and more adventurous than the other girls in the clique. From a relatively young age, she'd been more curious about her own sexuality, and more willing to explore it. Whenever the subject of masturbation came up within the clique, Sasha found herself forced to lie about the moment of first discovering it, as well as the frequency of doing it. She'd discovered it at age 9, while the average for the clique was 14. So she'd discovered it at 14. She did it once or twice a day, while the average for the clique was once a month at most - since more than that was just desperate and pathetic. So she did it once a month at most.
Even Sasha's first time had been a sham, and something she hated herself for. It'd been about a year later than she would have wanted, with just about the last guy she would have wanted it to happen with. Still, he was one of the medium popular, medium attractive members of the school's football team, which was perfect for her; a guy not so popular or hot that Sasha risked putting off Mandi, but not so inconsequential or of low social tier that she risked being ridiculed by the clique for it. Sasha had gone on dating him for months, without having any feelings for him. The only thing it made her feel was used, with very little positive or kinky connotations to it.

Still though, it had rarely been more clear to her that her ideas and visions really didn't align with the clique's when it came to how inferior girls were to be treated - most of all when it came to Tessa. According to the clique, and mostly to Mandi, Tessa was both wealthy and attractive, but still didn't care about being popular, in or otherwise liked. Moreover, there were persistent rumours that Tessa wasn't even into guys. Of course, what was really atrocious was the fact that such an attractive, well off girl didn't feel like answering to Mandi and her gang. With the clique's top churning out rumours to try and damage the girl, the followers were expected to give the alleged dyke the stink eye, the silent treatment, and the occasional bully-ish blow. And the more the clique had realised that attacking Tessa wasn't always without consequence, the more it was left up to the followers to do the dirty work.

Sasha had always had different feelings towards the dark haired, deviant girl though. To Sasha, Tessa was everything she secretly wanted to be, or wanted to be with, but couldn't be with. The secret desire, the forbidden attraction. The more the clique told her to shun Tessa, the more Sasha gravitated towards the idea of submitting to her. The more flagrantly they attacked Tessa, the more Sasha sympathised with her. The more they said Tessa was a dyke, a slut and a whore, the more Sasha fantasised about one day being alone with her.


That particular day's lunch break had been the same as any other. After a light, low-calorie lunch that had once again left already quite body-conscious Sasha starving, there was a mandatory bathroom break to touch up make-up and straighten out clothing. If Sasha hadn't taken about a minute longer to relieve the pressure she'd been consciously building up in her bladder than the other girls, perhaps Tessa would never have caught her alone. When she did, Sasha felt like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck.
It was a simple fight, flight or freeze response - suddenly faced with the girl she'd been secretly fantasising about, and that she thought could and would never know about her thoughts and feelings, Sasha just froze. Unable to say anything, she didn't even resist as the more daring girl pressed her back against the wall. Seeing how Tessa pouted her lips, and came in closer, Sasha immediately knew what was about to happen. She wanted to scream something like 'No, wait!', but before she could, her lips were already locked with the inferior girl's.

The kiss only lasted a moment, but it felt like a blissful eternity to Sasha; even if it was the kind of eternity that made her heart stall, her blood freeze, her breathing stop and her palms sweat. All of Sasha's dirty, little secret fantasies suddenly came into focus, and made her realise that this was more than a passing craze; at the very least, she had a heavy crush on the forbidden, deviant girl. Before that realisation could even begin to sink in, Tessa had already broken the kiss, and called her a sweetheart.
Even after just having used the toilet, Sasha felt like she could wet herself from sheer nervousness. Trembling slightly, and somehow out of breath, she found herself unable to move for what seemed like another eternity. Only when Danique, another clique girl, suddenly burst in to the bathroom where only Sasha remained, she managed to snap out of her trance. Quickly moving to one of the sinks, the overwhelmed 17 year old washed her hands, and tried to touch up her make-up without making it obvious how confused and aroused she felt.

It took every last bit of strength and courage Sasha could muster to get through the rest of the day without committing any faux-pas. Several times did she see Tessa, but with other girls from the clique sticking around, there was no way she could interact with the girl that had kissed her without seriously damaging the social status she'd worked so hard to build. Only by the end of the school day, when all of her 'friends' had either gone home or gone with their boyfriends, did Sasha have the opportunity to look for Tessa again. She knew that the forbidden girl often liked to hang around towards the far end of the school's bike shed, where there was no supervision or security camera coverage. The 2 minute walk from the school's main entrance took Sasha well over 15 minutes. Part of her was hoping Tessa would be long gone; part of her was hoping to finally get to talk to this outcast, potentially dangerous, intoxicatingly beautiful girl.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Tessa was all about plans, and plans to support other plans. She sacrificed her free time while still a freshman, and later a sophmore to take all the 'heavy' or required classes that was needed to graduate. No, she had no plans to graduate early----there were far too many cute girls on campus----it was just that she wanted to enjoy a nice short senior class schedule with nothing but the 'goof off' or elective classes. That way, her classes were done by noon and she had the option of doing whatever the hell she wanted.

Tessa hung around likewise minded people, just like any other social microcosm....in her case, 2 other lesbians. Near the back of the school was a shed or large area where students stored their bikes and in the opposite side of the compound was an old caretaker's shed, no longer used by anyone so Tessa and her friends commandeered it, jokingly calling it the 'Pink room'.
Today she didn't have time to stay however....she hooked up with a friend of a friend that wanted to play and told Tessa in no uncertain terms the kind of games she liked to play. She took out her Iphone....yup, her new partner should be at Tessa's house in about 10 min, time enough to set things up.

An attractive redhead girl was sitting on the steps by the time Tessa got home.
"Sure you want to do this?," she asked the girl. The redhead nodded nervously. Tessa unlocked the door, took the girl by the arm and led her inside. Dropping their bags on the kitchen table, Tessa nodded her head toward the staircase.
"My room is the last one on the left," she said, and then in a sudden domineering tone...."go in there, take off all your clothes and wait for me..."
The redhead nodded and went upstairs, her heart racing. Should she do this? was it too late to back off? did she want to?
Tessa took 2 wine coolers out of the fridge and looked around. As usual, her parents were gone and she had the house to herself for another 4 days. She took the bottles and went upstairs. The redhead girl was sitting on the edge of the bed naked and trembling.
Tessa stripped to only her panties and opened the closet door....the walk in closet was larger than many bedrooms, plenty of room to play.
Taking a ballgag, she shoved the large black rubbber ball in the girl's mouth, cinching the strap tight. The girl seemed to hesitate so Tessa grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to the center of the closet. Up above was 2 ropes hanging from the ceiling on pulleys. As the girl stared wide eyed, Tessa grabbed her wrists, secured them to the ropes and hoisted her until her arms were over her head, her feet barely touching the floor.

"Is this what you really wanted?," she asked the girl....."did you know this might happen?"
The girl nodded in agreement but Tessa could tell she was scared shitless.
"I never inflict much on a girl the first time," she said as she suddenly slapped the girl's ass with an open palm. She swayed and wiggled as Tessa slapped her ass 2,3,4 times then came around and did the same to the girl's tits.
"You got a really fine looking ass," she said, opening a drawer in her closet arsenal. Bringing out 2 dildos, she shoved one in the girl's pussy, the other in her ass. As the redhead struggled, tessa took some rope and made a pelvic harness, tying it tight around the girl's waist and under her crotch, trapping the dildos inside her.

An hour later they were finished....the redhead was sore but satisfied. Tessa ordered her to get dressed and get out. Watching the girl leave, she thought about Sasha back at school. Sasha was different....of course she wanted to do all kinds of sexual torture to her, hell, she wanted to for years, but with Sasha she knew things would have to start slow. Eventually she would seduce her, break her and make her into the perfect sex slave but first she had to concentrate on Sasha's weak spots. She could tell by the way Sasha looked at her that she was at least curious.....

Tessa returned to the High School campus just in time to see her quarry approaching. She was prepared....dark nylons, the old style with the seam running up the back....high heels...a short skirt tight around her ass....a blouse that had a plunge low enough to leave very little to the imagination with a black lace plunge bra and blood red thong panties.

Tessa leaned up against a tree and waited until her prey was within hearing range.
"Sasha!," she called out, a hand giving the girl a 'come here' gesture.....

 

[prettyplaything]

This neck of the woods wasn't where Sasha, or the members of the popular clique, normally wandered off to. While she wouldn't necessarily be in trouble with her friends simply for being here, she felt awkward, and nervous to the point of paranoia, not so much for where she was, but because of whom she was looking to find there. In the clique, you were worth about as much as the people you were friends with, and being friends with people like Tessa meant you weren't worth much, Sasha knew that.
Still, after all the rumours she'd heard about the dark haired girl, all the fantasies that'd been inspired by those rumours, and all the feelings she felt about Tessa, but also about herself, her identity and her sexuality, today's unexpected kiss had stirred something in Sasha, something she couldn't ignore - or at least, something she didn't want to ignore. At the very least, she wanted to know just why Tessa had decided to kiss her, and why now. They'd been in the same school for years, and only now that Sasha's place in the clique had become somewhat solid had Tessa decided to make a move.

As she walked, Sasha imagined a thousand different scenarios that might unfold. She imagined herself confidently stepping towards Tessa and kissing her right back. She imagined Tessa putting her on her knees in front of her. She imagined being forced to lick Tessa's pussy while the clique watched and took pictures. With every step she took, the things she imagined became more explicit and more taboo, and finally, more dangerous and destructive. By the time she finally snapped out of her deprived reverie, the subjects had reached the level of taboo that wouldn't just be frowned upon by the clique, but the rest of the school as well, in all probability. It only underlined how hard she had to suppress her own needs, wants, ideas and overall personality just to fit in.

Sasha had blindly continued walking, even after she'd passed the bike shed, until she'd reached the line of trees that stood between the bike shed and the sports fields - nearly the same place where she'd said 'no' to her then football team boyfriend after he'd suggested doing things in public, in the cover provided by those trees. It was the one time he'd suggested doing something kinkier than bedroom missionary, the only time he'd suggested doing something Sasha was actually seriously into, and the only time she'd said no - not because she didn't want it, but because she knew that if anyone had caught them, her life would have been over.

She was so deeply lost in her own thoughts, that if Tessa hadn't called out her name, Sasha might have simply continued walking. But now that she stood eye in eye with the dark haired girl, she froze over - all of her fantasies and imaginations about how she'd confidently step towards the outcast girl proved to be just that: fantasies. If just seeing the girl she was quickly developing a crush on wasn't enough to knock Sasha over, the outfit Tessa had put on easily did the trick; Sasha couldn't believe how good Tessa looked, and barely knew where to aim her gaze. It only made it more difficult for Sasha to regain control over her feet. Even when Tessa gestured her to come over, it took Sasha what felt like an eternity to get moving again.
"Hey...", she said softly, smiling nervously, even breaking into an awkward, shy giggle as she came closer. She tried hard to maintain her composure and come off as confident, but instead, she appeared more like a 14 year old that had fallen under the spell of someone more experienced and more attractive. Right now, Sasha was nothing like the bratty, arrogant girl she pretended to be when she hung out with her 'friends'. She was just a teenage girl. She was approachable. She was vulnerable.

"So uhm... Hey...", she repeated her greeting even more awkwardly. "I uhh... I... I liked... I mean... It's nice to see you again...", she continued, struggling to even find the right words - let alone appear confident. In a flash, she looked over her shoulders, still feeling slightly paranoid about being here and talking to Tessa. "So uhhm... What's up..?"

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Tessa wore just the right clothes, was trolling the pond with just the right bait.
"Sit down," she told Sasha with a tone she knew the girl hadn't heard from her before, a tone that reeked of dominance.

Tessa already had a small blanket on the cool green grass. As they sat, Tessa made sure her short skirt rose as she sat on her knees...just high enough to show her blood red thong panties.
As if reading her mind, she looked straight into the girl's eyes. She had the ability to stare people down but that wasn't her plan....not now, anyway....
"Your'e probably wondering why I wanted to see you," she said softly. "Yeah, we knew each other since freshman days, but you and I kinda went our own ways. I didn't give a shit but lately I've been watching you.....those silicone bitches, especially that blonde leader is using you, and I hate when people are being used...."
She bent over to Sasha's ear and whispered.
"If your'e gonna be used by anyone, it should be ME....you know what they say about me is right....I'm a lesbian, and a lot more...."

Tessa kissed her again, this time with even more passion than before.
"You didn't pull away in that bathroom," she continued, "and you didn't do it now....admit it Sasha....you need control in your life, you need direction and dominance and I can give you all that and more...."
She traced Sasha's bra under her top with a finger....she could sense the girl's nipples already hardening.....

"a lot......more...."
She kissed her again. "Here's my address," she said. "be there by 7pm tonight....I'm not asking you, I'm TELLING YOU...."
then she got up and left....

 

[prettyplaything]

Sasha may not have been familiar with the sexual dominance behind the tone, but she was more than familiar with the authority in Tessa's voice. It was that sense of authority that appealed to her so much within the clique, which at the same time made her life more complicated. With Mandi and her gang, there was nothing sexual to their authority, but it triggered the same feelings in Sasha anyway. Authority aroused her, and she felt heavily uncomfortable about the fact that she was supposed and expected to pass that same authority downward to those who stood below her in the social pecking order. Ideally, she'd rather wrap someone else's authority around her like a blanket, and feel safe and happy in its glowing warmth. Not to be someone's doormat thought, but to feel wanted, appreciated, strong enough to surrender, strong enough to take what was done to her, and most of all, to feel sexy and slutty, to some extent.

Tessa's dominance instantly saved Sasha from her own awkwardness - she immediately relaxed somewhat, and obediently sat down. She felt relieved that she didn't have to talk or explain herself, and listened to what her forbidden crush had to say instead. Keeping her eyes level was an impossibility - if Tessa's cleavage hadn't drawn Sasha's eyes downwards, her subtly raised skirt and red thong would have - keeping Sasha's eyes in a constant state of flashing up and down, while her breathing and heartbeat slowly climbed. This time though, it wasn't out of nervousness, but out of arousal.
For a moment, Sasha felt offended and tempted to interrupt; in spite of the fact that she couldn't be herself around her 'friends', she did genuinely see Mandi and the other girls as her friends. Hearing Tessa call them silicone bitches felt bad and wrong, and for an instant, Sasha felt guilty for talking to someone who said these things. She'd never felt used by Mandi either - although the suggestion of being used by Tessa immediately erased any objections from Sasha's mind again.

The next kiss didn't come entirely unexpected, but it still felt completely different from the previous one. The surprise kiss in the bathroom had felt like a kiss between equals; this one didn't. This kiss felt more like Tessa claiming her somehow. It felt magical.

After Tessa broke the kiss, there was little Sasha could say. She only looked at Tessa, feeling warm and glowy and overwhelmed. When she was ordered to show up at 7 that night, she could only nod.

Picking out the right outfit took the entire afternoon. Sasha had her entire wardrobe spread out across her bed and floor, slowly narrowing down the selection, until there were just two choices left; the first being a skimpy miniskirt she'd never dared to wear before because it was too short, a black lace thong with matching bra, a black top (that she'd bought when she'd gone shopping with her 'friends' one day, and had said she'd return because it was slightly too transparent, but had secretly kept), and high heels; the other simply consisted of cotton panties, skinny jeans, a t-shirt and a cute black vest. Sasha had put on the first, and stared at herself in the mirror for a long time - the reflection she saw made her feel hot and sexy, and almost good about herself. But then, she'd decided that it was too much, as doubt took over. Perhaps nothing would happen. Perhaps she'd still managed to misunderstand Tessa's words and intentions, and read too much into it.

Wearing her jeans combo, Sasha showed up at the address Tessa had given her, at 5 minutes to 7. She didn't know what to expect, or even what to feel. She just knew that if Tessa hadn't sounded so convincing, she never would have had the guts to actually come.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

There was no doubt in Tessa's mind that Sasha would come....it was like a spider waiting patiently in her web, waiting for the unwary fly that was sure to follow. She knew that her voice alone wouldn't be enough and knew just what else to pick from her arsenal.
She picked out the sexiest, most transparent red babydoll negligee she had wisely deciding to wear nothing beneath it....nothing. She hopped into the shower, using the lavender bodywash that seemed to work so well then carefully shaved her pussy bald and baby smooth with just a touch of perfume between her navel and her pussy. Tessa made a final check of her web...lights down low, scented candles all around....everything was ready.

The doorbell rang and Tessa called out.
"The door's unlocked sweetheart....come on in!"
As the door opened, Tessa sat in a chair about 8 feet away....she was sitting between 2 6 foot tall poles, candles mounted on top and lit.

"Sasha love!," she called out after she gave her unwary victim time to take a good luck at her. She rose out of the chair, closed and locked the door behind the girl.
"Just a moment," Tessa said in a voice more like a whisper. "I'll get us something cold...."
She made sure Sasha had a nice long lingering look at her tight ass through the babydoll as she went to the kitchen. Returning with 2 wine coolers, she gave one to Sasha.

"Come over here with me," she said, taking the girl by the hand over to a couch, candles softly glowing around her...
Taking the bottle out of Sasha's hand, she bent over and kissed her, her tongue protruding out, seeking and finding hers, filling Sasha's mouth......