​ Clara’s Mind-Controlling Tweets

Chapter Thirteen: Schoolgirl Becomes a Camwhore

By mypenname3000

Commissioned by n1one

Copyright 2021

Clara hated the dean at my college. He was just the worst.

And he deserved to have perverted rumors about him. Rumors that would destroy his career. He did nothing for Clara when she reported the bullying to him. Nothing. But now that her tweets were believed like gospel and everyone played along, like how everyone now claimed those smart girls had become bimbo sluts and were only succeeding through anal.

It was so much fun.

Clara lay on her bed, staring up at her phone. She had so many followers on Twitter now. Over ten thousand of them now. She was getting to be so popular, she was thinking of applying to get herself a Blue Check Mark.

Her fingers went to work.

“Did you know the school budget got cut again, so the dean is going to pick 20 lucky girls to be the official school camgirls? Sure beats a bake sale! #jobtraining #fuckonfilm #schoolgirl2camgirl”

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Becca

“The dean would like to see you in his office,” the text message read.

I swallowed. Was he finally going to take seriously how Officer Lance gives me a facial every day even when I don’t wear makeup? Not a bit. He always makes me take my top and bra off, too, covering my large tits in cum. It sucked that I had the biggest tits in school. Just sucked so much. It wasn’t fair that the lecherous security guard got to violate me under the guise of his makeup check.

No one wore too much makeup any longer unless they were facial sluts. Girls who wanted to walk around dripping in jizz. This school was so fucked up. Rebecca Goldstein just became an airhead who’d rather masturbate in class than pay attention. She had all male teachers so she still kept that GPA through sex.

The feminists had all gone crazy. They were jumping on any girl that wasn’t a subservient whore to men, telling them that liberation came through kneeling on the ground and begging a guy to fuck you in the ass and then the pussy, and that wearing a man’s collar was the ultimate goal of feminism. They wanted to be little more than sex slaves, eschewing the “traditional” gender role of wife and mother in favor of disgusting whore.

As I walked through the halls, I passed a nerdy guy that had two girls clinging to his arms, both wearing engagement bands. Then I strode by one of the pregnant cheerleaders who had gotten knocked up by this other nerd who they fucked after all their practices. Even more disgusting, the school’s quarterback walked by with his twin sisters behind him, both of them pregnant, too, with shirts that read, “Bred by My Big Brother.”

I almost blundered into Officer Lance, but he was face-fucking that goth girl that insisted on wearing full makeup and white foundation. He was fucking the hell out of her face, grunting and groaning as the goth slut loved it.

I finally managed to reach the dean’s office. I was so ready to quit. To tell Dean Pheleps that I was down with this stupid school. I wanted to go to one where I could wear some makeup and not have to worry about an insane security officer skull-fucking my face every day.

This school was the worst.

“You can go right in, Becca,” the secretary said. She could wear makeup. Officer Lance could only go for us coeds.

“Thanks,” I said and opened the door to the dean’s office.

He sat behind his desk, a balding man with a thick, brown mustache on his upper lip. It made him look like some creep from the seventies. Like he shouldn’t be allowed around anyone not an adult. I was surprised Chris Hansen hadn’t popped in and asked him to sit down.

“Oh, Becca, wonderful,” he said, his hands folded before him.

“Is this about my complaints against Officer Lance?” I asked, sitting down on my seat, my big boobs jiggling in my crop top. I hardly ever wore a bra any longer. I had to take my top off every day. Sometimes twice.

“We looked it into it,” said the dean, “and it’s all up to Officer Lance if he feels a girl has too much makeup on.”

“I don’t even wear any,” I said.

He leaned in. “You don’t? Well, you have amazing skin then. You look flawless.”

I glowered at him. “Then why am I here?”

“The school has an exciting opportunity for you,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “There is an exchange program with Oxford in the UK, and we were wondering if you’d like to study abroad for a semester. We think you are a perfect fit for this program.”

“You mean, get out of this school?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “We do have to do a fundraiser. We’re going to have a bake sale to get some cash to do this. You’ll have to be a big help.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’d love to.” My heart beat with such joy. I couldn’t wait to get out of here. “When—” My phone beeped. I ignored it. “When do we get started with the bake sale?”

“Bake sale?” He looked at me confused. Then he lifted his phone. “Bev, send in Ruri.”

The door opened and a Japanese girl I didn’t know stepped in. She was clearly a student here, a petite thing wearing a tight t-shirt that molded to her little breasts. It was clear she had no bra on. Her skirt was short and pleated, a tartan affair. She also had on such heavy makeup. She must want to get caught by Officer Lance.

“Ruri here will be your partner,” the dean said. “We thought her petite form and your busty figure would be the perfect contrast for your performance.”

“Er, performance?” I asked.

“For the fundraiser.” The dean stared at me. “The one you just agreed to.”

“Right, the bake sale.”

“Bake sale?” He shook his head. “No, no, you two are going to be camgirls for the school starting today. You’ll go live here in a few minutes. We want you to put on a great show with each other to raise a lot of money for the school. We’re having some budget problems. I decided that twenty girls would be perfect to become camgirls for the school.”

“You mean…” I swallowed. “Have sex on camera.”

“Oh, yes,” Ruri cooed. She perched on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. She had on long, fake eyelashes. “Me and you are going to go at it hot and heavy for all the pervs out there.”

“Schoolgirls to camgirls,” added the dean. “I told you about it when you walked in.”

“No, you didn’t,” I gasped. “You were talking about sending me to Oxford.”

“Oxford?” He looked so confused. “Why would we send a girl there. That’s a serious school. No, no, we’re giving you a chance for some future job training while making money for the school. You’ll get some easy credits out of it, too.”

“Job training?” I stood up. “You think that being a camgirl is job training?” I was so furious.

“Of course.” He fumbled around and then pulled out a folder. “Our numbers show that 7 out of 10 girls that graduate from our college go on to open up OnlyFans pages and become camwhores. Might as well get you some experience. I mean, with tits as big as yours, you’ll be opening up your OnlyFans page before much longer.”

“What?” I asked.

“Let’s go,” Ruri said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me from the desk. “We’re all set up over here. This is going to be awesome.”

“But… but…” I spurted. “This isn’t right. I’ll refuse. I’m not here to become a camwhore. I’m here to get an education. I won’t do this!”

“Are you sure?” He gave me serious look. “You’re on academic probation as it is. Refuse, and you’ll be kicked out. A black mark. Every college will turn you down.”

My blood ran cold. “But I’m not on academic probation.”

“Well, all I have to do is add a little note to your file and…” He smiled at me. The threat in his eyes. He would do that to me. He would ruin me.

I slumped, the fight melting out of me as Ruri dragged me from the room. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How could the school want me to be a camgirl for money? That was insane? What was wrong with this institution.

“Ruri, you can’t be cool with this,” I groaned.

“What?” She threw a look back at me. “This is my chance to be a breakout hit and use that to get a porn career and my OnlyFans page up and running. Ooh, I knew I should have gone to that stripper presentation. I hear Georgia and Brenda are making out as bandits with their lesbian exotic dancer act. Me and you, Becca, this is our chance to be just as famous.”

“I don’t want to be part of a lesbian sex act,” I moaned. “I’m straight.”

“Ooh, yes, yes,” purred Ruri. “That’s great. But save that for when we are performing. That’ll make the chat go wild if they think I’m forcing you to be my lezzie slut.”

“But you are!”

She dragged me down a hallway with names like “Studio A,” “Studio B,” “Studio C,” etc. We stopped at Studio F. She opened the door and dragged me into what looked like a little girl’s room. But only part of it. A bed with stuffed animals. Some lacy curtains behind it. A shelf. It was all cutesy where the camera could see it. That set on a tripod aimed at the bed and the pink-painted wall behind it. The paint sort of petered out, the walls unfinished in the second half of the room.

There was a computer next to the camera turned to face the bed. A chat window was there. People were already chatting while a timer counted down from 58 seconds. I shuddered as I realized this room was about to go live.

assfucker: God, I can’t wait for this to get started. Bring on the tits! I want to see some fucking boobies!

big_jizzie: Right! Right! Titties! I want to see some lezzie whores dyking out!

clitflicker: My clit is so fucking hard right now. I’m so wet. Bring on the lezzie whores.

pillowqueenz: Yes, yes, going to frig my cunt so hard. Ooh, I love watching fucking dyke shows!

assfucker: Schoolgirl dykes! That’s so fucking hot.

shadeenuts: almost there. I’m so fucking hard right now.

clitflicker: Bring on the hotties! I want to see the hotties. Oh, yes, yes, here we go. Schoolgirl dykes!

lesteroth: Show fucking time!

mamaboobz: I hope there are big boobs. I love big boobs. Playing with my big boobs right now!

Don’t just stand there,” purred Ruri. Get down to your bra and panties and get on the bed.”

“I’m not wearing any bra,” I groaned, swallowing as she stared at me. Then I unsnapped my jeans. “I’ll take my pants off, okay. But I’m not going to be any good at this.