Sorority Resolution - Ayane Part 1

“I want to be a freaky cam girl this year.”

Ayane couldn’t believe what she read as she opened the small note, but before she could even panic, the programming kicked in. She was horrified by what was written in the paper. Deep inside her mind, she was trying to fight the suggestion, but it was a losing battle, her mind was flooded by ideas and already thinking on how to achieve the goal to achieve the resolution. These ideas would be more prominent in her mind as the moment passed.

Ayane glanced toward Serena, the sorority president, hoping that she noticed something was wrong with the ballot they picked, but Serena didn’t seem to show any sign of worry and even had a smile on her face.

Am I the only one who got this kind of **** resolution? Who did it? One of the new girls?

She looked at the group of initiates that were chatting with each other. Unfortunately, with the rule in place, she couldn’t tell others about her resolution until at least she acted on it halfway. It meant she couldn’t confront any of the new girls too.

The rule was in place to prevent that kind of confrontation in the first place. It will only cause a fight if anybody can confront others when they get a slightly unfavorable resolution. But we never thought about what if, despite being vetted and checked for a long time, someone still put this kind of **** resolution inside. Like there’s…nothing wrong with it, it is a… good… resolution but this kind of resolution shouldn’t be here.

Ayane let out a silent sigh. The programming had worked in full power. She had lost the battle against it and could no longer think anything bad about the resolution. She could only hope that someone would notice her behavior and try to fix the situation once she works on the resolution.

Ayane went back to her apartment as soon as the gathering end. She was living alone in her apartment. She was a scholarship student. She could be here because the Japanese government paid for her study and living costs. Well, her family back in Japan wasn’t poor, but was not the wealthiest either, just your normal slightly upper middle class family. Her family still regularly sent her monthly allowance. But the money she got from the scholarship and her family was not comparable, the scholarship money still covers the majority of her monthly spending. Losing that scholarship will be really fatal for her. To keep the scholarship, she not only needed to maintain a good grade, but also needed her to behave her best. No fooling around or involved in scandalous affairs. This is another reason why she chose BOT rather than DIK as her sorority despite being pretty enough that could get her admission to the sorority. DIK girls were known for being scandalous.

Ayane had kept her record clean, she was a model student for two years she had been in this school, but it would not be so clean for any longer. She had enough for being a good girl. This year she wanted to be more freaky and free. Screw the rules! She yelled in her mind. It would be quite risky for her, she could lose her scholarship that was vital for her stay in this foreign country. Would it be worth the risk? It obviously did not but despite that, it won’t stop her from trying. The program fed her mind negative emotion like regret and guilt when she tried to back down from achieving her resolution. It felt so wrong to back down before even trying.

The Japanese girl sat down in front of her PC. Her finger slowly typed on the browser bar. She was a good girl, though Japan was well-known for how easy you could find porn and adult toys, she had tried not to consume any of those vulgar products. Her knowledge about those sex industries was only through hearing what her more sexually-open friends said but she never interested in knowing further about them. The address she typed in her browser was one that her friend told her before.

She was instantly greeted by numerous pictures of barely dressed women a few seconds after she loaded the homepage. Her first response was covering her face in embarrassment, it was an instinctual response caused by her good upbringing and morality that was still left in her, and then, the programming kicked in, and she put her hand down. Ayane knew whether she wanted it or not, she needed to explore the site . The site she opened wasn't exactly a porn site, it promoted itself as a content creation platform, but from those women in the homepage, it was obvious that it was more than your ordinary creation platform. It was one of those pay-per-view porn subscription sites where people could follow a specific girl to get their exclusive photos or videos, and also added benefits like interacting with them privately. Those could range from chat or a private cam show.

She started to get curious about those girls on the site. They were pretty, they were from all walks of life, she had seen someone who wore a hijab, someone old enough to be her mother, a goth girl with bright colorful hair, and many other kinds of women, but they chose to sell their ‘bodies’ here. She was here to learn. If she wanted to be a freaky cam girl, she needed to know what most cam girls did first.

She scrolled down a few times and finally clicked on a girl's profile. A hijab wearing girl. The girl reminded Ayane of her fellow BOT sister, Aisha. Of course, the girl on the site wasn't as modest as Aisha. The girl, named Hijabi Zara on her profile didn't dress like a slut per-se like most on the site who dress in skimpy, revealing clothes. She was still wearing her hijab veil. Below her hijab, she was wearing a black long-sleeved sweater. The thing was the sweater was skintight, it outlined every curve of her body, including her big tits. For her bottom, she was wearing a long skirt, a sheer long skirt that people could see beneath her skirt. The girl was wearing skin-covering clothing, but it felt like she was not wearing much to hide her body.

A few moments later, she had finally subscribed to the hijabi girl after spending $50. Ayane’s lip parted and jaw dropped as she got to see the exclusive content the hijabi girl had. While her profile page still had an illusion of modesty, the exclusive content she got from subscribing was straight up explicit. She still got her hijab, but her clothes were either very skimpy lingerie or straight up nude.

It was a happy coincidence that Zara was just online after Ayane subscribed to her. Ayane got the notification that the Arab girl was opening a livestream chat room. Ayane entered the newly opened chat room where Zara would do her stream. She was the first one in the room.

As she saw the video, Ayane let out a relieved sigh. She wasn’t welcomed by a scene of a naked girl when it just started. It made her feel less weirded out. Though the hijabi girl wasn’t naked, what she wore was still quite borderline. Zara was wearing a tube dress which was smaller than her size to contain her big fake, round tits. Her tits were almost spilled out from her dress. Her veil stopped right on her decolletage, so it put focus on her tits more.

“Hello Habibi, are you ready to pump your big dick for me?” The video started with Zara greeting the audience.

The hijabi girl then picked up a skin-colored dildo. She spat on it, and let her saliva fell down on the dildo. Her fingers then smudged her spit to coat the dildo entirely. She slowly strokes the dildo using her delicate finger. “Habibi, I want you to stroke your dick to me. Stroke it to Zara. I want you to imagine that I’m there with you. Do you like having a sexy hijabi slut like me stroking your cock?”

Without her realizing it, Ayane had removed her skirt. She was stroking her clit like a cock following Zara’s hand movement in the video. She was doing as the hijabi girl said for a reason she herself couldn’t explain. Her programming had deemed this was necessary to achieve her goal.

“Am I your favorite pornstar?” Zara asked seductively. She had pulled down her tube top and her tits just sprung free. Her tits were perfectly round, perky and gravity defying despite their size. The Arab girl then put the dildo between her big tits. She brought her arms to her sides to squeeze her tits together. She rubbed the dildo with her tits, giving it a tit job.

Ayane nodded her head as she rubbed her clitoris even harder. Well, Zara was the first porn star she saw. She didn’t have much choice to pick who was her favorite pornstar.

“I want you to say ‘you are my favorite pornstar’ like you really mean it.”

“You are my favorite pornstar.” Ayane moaned as she followed Zara's instruction.

Zara paused for a moment; her face showed a surprise then returned to her seductive self a moment later.

“Sweet! As a reward, you may cum. Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh god…” Ayane instantly erupted in a louder moan than before. She was furiously rubbing her pussy. It didn’t take long before her body shuddered in pleasure as she orgasmed. She squirted like a fountain without concern of where it landed. Her PC screen was instantly coated in her stream of squirt. She came out from her orgasm stupor after the screen got blurry because of her juice.

Oh fuck, please don’t be broken. She cursed on her mind because of the panic. Her PC was precious; she didn’t have any spare money to buy another one for substitution. She reflexively picked her panties on the floor and wiped her screen with it.

“My panties are soaked wet now, but at least the computer is fine.” She mumbled.

She should have put her soaked panties into the laundry basket and changed into a new one, but she didn’t do it right away. As if her body was in an auto pilot, she brought her panties closer to her face. She sniffed on it, even stuck out her tongue and licked on the dam part.

DING!

The notification sound made Ayane regain her awareness and realize what she just did. She threw her panties away in fear like it was something cursed. Though she had accepted being a freaky cam girl as her resolution for this year, her moral value was still intact and had not been changed at all. The programming would erode it gradually as she worked on her resolution, but it would take some time. As a good girl, finding yourself suddenly sniffing and licking your own panties like a pervert was something horrifying.

Ayane took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She then remembered about the notification. She checked her PC and found that she got a private message from Zara herself.

“Hey, Bee_Freaky, this is Zara. Are you a girl?” Zara asked in her message

“Uhm…Yes. How do you know?” Ayane replied to her.

DING!

Another notification coming in, this time wasn’t a message, but Zara was inviting her to do a private chat.

Ayane clicked yes on the invitation prompt.

“You forgot to turn off the mic. My room had a mic on by default so I could talk with my followers. You can turn it off manually in the settings.” Said Zara through voice chat.

Ah…so she could hear my voice when I moaned. Ayane's face blushing red in embarrassment.

Zara continued, “I will guide you through setting, but I don’t want you to turn the mic off though, but rather, I want you to turn on the camera. I want to see your face. Unlike the mic, the camera is turned off by default, but it is easy to switch.”

Zara guided Ayane through her setting and even guided her to set her webcam. Her webcam was pointed at her in a way that got all her body in frame, even her currently bare pussy. The pointer of her mouse was hovering above the menu that turned the webcam on.

Should I let this random pornstar I just met know more about me privately?

The right answer was no, but she needed to know more about being a cam girl from Zara. Ayane clicked the menu and the button switched to ‘ON’.

“I can finally see you, Bee_Freaky,” Zara said, leaning into the camera and smiling seductively. “And wow, you are so pretty. I don’t expect a pretty girl like you will subscribe to me. Are you a lesbian?”

Ayane shook her head, “I’m not. Are you a lesbian?”

“Oh no, I’m not a lesbian either, I love cock and being lesbian would give me trouble in my place. So, if you aren’t a lesbian, are you a submissive that wants to submit to me? Even though I’m not a lesbian, I will not refuse a submissive as pretty as you,” Zara replied

Ayane shook her head once more in panic, “No, I’m not here to submit to you.”

“So, tell me a bit about yourself baby girl, why are you here?”

“I want to be a cam girl…a freaky cam girl.” Ayane said in a weak voice.

“A what? Tell me again. Louder this time,” Zara was surprised when she heard Ayane answer. She almost couldn’t believe what she heard, that's why she wanted Ayane to repeat her words.

“I want to be a freaky cam girl.” Ayane repeated with a clearer voice this time.

“Okay, wait. First, why do you want to be a cam girl? What is your current occupation?” Zara asked.

“I’m a school student. I don’t want to be just a cam girl, I want to be a freaky cam girl. As for the reason I want to be one. I can’t tell you clearly, but it has something to do with my sorority,” Ayane answered.

Zara’s expression turned to concern, “Are you being bullied by your sorority sisters?”

“No, they didn’t bully me. It is just a sorority’s event that went quite awry for me.”

Zara sighed in relief, at least the girl wasn’t bullied to be a cam girl. Zara wasn’t a monster, if the girl was bullied by her friend and **** to be a cam girl by them, she would do her best to stop Ayane for being one. Now, because it wasn’t the case, Zara didn’t have any qualms about helping the girl to reach her goal. She wasn’t afraid of competitors, their niche was clearly different.

“Please wait a minute before telling me more.”

Zara picked her dildo again. She then stuffed it into her pussy. The tan-skinned hijabi girl had a feeling that what the girl was going to tell would be quite a hot story.

“Alright, you can continue,” Zara said as she finished her preparation to hear Ayane’s story.

Ayane had considered not telling Zara about the Sorority’s event and the programming, would she believe her? but she changed her mind after realizing one thing. She couldn’t tell Zara about her resolution, but there were still a few things about the programming she could tell the hijabi slut. From how Zara was concerned and asked whether she was bullied, Ayane could feel that Zara was actually a good girl. Maybe she could help her with her troubles.

“At the start of the year, several members of our sorority gather together and exchange new year resolutions. We picked our resolution for the year randomly with a ballot we put together beforehand.” Ayane started to narrate her story.

“So, do you get ‘being a freaky cam girl’ for this year’s resolution?”

“I can’t answer that question for you.”

“Why?” Zara was puzzled.

“Our sorority’s current president, Serena, is quite a genius. A real one, not just a self-proclaimed snob. She created this program that influenced our mind, she used the program to encourage us to achieve the resolution we picked. It’s programming our mind to never back down. It makes the resolution seem to be the best idea ever. It also puts some rules in our head. One of the rules is I can't tell our resolution to others until we work half way on achieving the resolution.”

Zara worked her dildo in and out her pussy as she heard Ayane’s story. What most people didn’t know was that she had a mind control fetish. She had fantasized about being mind controlled or being a mind controller herself a lot. “I get it. so, you are being mind controlled right now by the program made by your sorority president. And unfortunately, you get a bad resolution like being a freaky cam girl for this year, but because of the programming, you can’t actively ask anyone to help you because the program makes you think that the resolution, whatever horrendous it is, seems like a good idea ever. Fuck, that’s hot, sorry —I mean, that’s horrible. Is the resolution made by your fellow sorority member always full of these kinky resolutions?”

“No, it isn’t always the case, it is usually full of harmless, helpful ones. Last year, I got learning more languages.“

“Alright, I have decided to help you reach your goal. We will turn you into one of the freakiest cam girls on the site,” said Zara with a happy grin on her face. She had been hooked by Ayane’s story, and she wanted more from the girl.

Ayane was hoping that Zara would help in a different way, but her programming made her couldn’t say no to Zara’s offer.

“I’m in your care.”

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