O2O 11 - Botting (Patreon)

“Why are you logging on normally, lol?” Zern asked. She could not hear his tone over the messenger app but she felt like it was typed in a confrontational manner. He was asking why she was not using the visor he got her.

“Do I need a reason? I took it off. I get what you were trying to do.” Reyna argued. She stared at the visor on her desk. It was an ingenious tool, but the use could also be quite insidious. She knew from looking at the images he sent her that he used those devices to force characters to farm or work for him in game while taking advantage of the mentally deficient women it left out of game. She felt it. The visor barely allowed her enough brainpower to have her own thoughts. She did not have an internal monologue with it on. It was surreal not being able to think the way that she had all her life.

“What are you worried about?” Zern taunted.

“Worried about getting taken advantage of, obviously!”

“Paranoid. You know, I bet you could cum without assistance if you had the visor on.”

She blushed. “Who told you that!”

“You did. You character says some wild shit. lol.” She suddenly remembered admitting that to him in game. She was indignant at first, then curious. She had taken it off once before. If she put it on and stopped liking it she could simply remove it at any point like she had done previously. Without saying anything to him Reyna placed the visor around her head once more and used it to launch the game. She immediately felt her brainpower being sapped again as her character began moving around the game. She was going to use it to test his theory without telling him. That was the plan.
“You logged in. Is it on?”

“Yeah.” She typed back without thinking.
“Shoot!” She said to herself out loud.

“Great!” She recoiled from the small win he got. Ultimately, without her able to beat herself up in her own head about it she did not take it too hard. It was just a small emotional blow to understand that she had messed up.
“Listen, sit tight. I'm gonna log in and put Rey to work, then we can get back to chatting.”

“Kay...” She typed back quickly. Reyna noticed that she was more reactive and less proactive. She did not think or plan as much, and when it came time to act she did so almost instantly without putting much thought in.

As she waited, she noticed the surreal experience of watching her character act without input. It was a true third person experience. Zern was in game guiding her into a new outfit. A tight thong with no top except for a pair of pasties. Then there were the heels. He did not need to force Rey into them because she was perfectly willing, unlike the girl from before. He offered her some verbal guidance that Reyna could not quite make out, then sent her off with a smack to her rear. That was the first thing that stood out to her. She felt it slightly. It was not perfect, because she was not there, but the sense was still somewhat connected to the point that she jumped a little. Even with what little thought she had she could see what was coming as a man immediately picked up her character in game.

She reached for the visor but the man's hand was too quick to slide her thong panties off to the side of her mount and push into her cunt as Rey and him walked to a more private place. Reyna gasped and spread her legs instinctively. Just like before the feeling was not perfectly translated to her, but it was enough to feel good. It had been happening to her body without knowing it every time her character had sex in the game. She was getting horny and wet.

“How's my favorite little worker bee doing?” Zern typed after having left the game.

“Feels good.” She admitted without thinking.

“You get to feel like this all the time. Think about it, you get to play the game without even thinking AND you still get to do stuff out in the real world.” There was a pause in his typing, but before she could respond she saw the indicator light up that he was adding something. She waited for him and read.
“I don't want you to have to think too much about reading and typing.” A pop-up appeared. As was becoming a trend, she clicked 'ok' without thinking, because she was primed to agree and still incredibly horny and distracted from the sex her character was being treated to in game. The feeling was still enough to make her squirm in her seat with her hands between her thighs. As soon as she accepted the typing stopped and his voice came through the headset.

“Alright. We're connected. I can hear you so you don't gotta worry at all about typing any hard words.” he said derisively. Before, she would have taken offense to that but with her IQ sapped by the game she merely giggled at the stupid joke.

“Okay? This is neat. What is going on?”

“I got control over your system via remote desktop. Hey, pull out your keyboard and mouse, by the way. Don't need you getting confused and clicking anything to mess this up. Right?”

“Right...” As he was talking she began pulling out her keyboard before any thought as to why it would be bad crossed her mind. In her mental state, however, those thoughts manifested in mumbled words.
“Wait... I'm losing complete control over everything? Is that good?”

The advantage of everything being in voice for him was his instant ability to hear her thoughts and counter them. She saw in her interface the sense slider for the game increasing dramatically. As it did she gasped and orgasmed with Rey in the game. She shuddered and sunk into her rapidly soaking chair.
“Pull the mouse out.” She nodded, forgetting her concerns. She pulled the mouse free, the last vestige of control she had, and tossed it aside. Once that was done he returned the slider to normal, reducing the pleasure she was feeling from g etting fucked in the game to a more mild distraction.
“Alright! Perfect. We're converting your setup. You don't gotta press any buttons. As soon as you get home it'll just automatically activate all the programs you need.”

Reyna smiled. “That actually sounds pretty cool.”

“Yeah, so you'll always be streaming.” He commented idly. Slowly her desktop faded. All the buttons disappeared from her screen removing any ability for her to interact with her own PC. Instead what popped up in place was an empty chat.

“Wait, what? Streaming? What's this?” She leaned closer to the screen. The first message popped up.

[Cute. New stream? But you need to get your tits out.]

“Oh... okay.” She unbuttoned her top and pulled her bra down under her tits without thinking. She felt a rush as a few of the numbers went up. The screen was set up to be attention grabbing and distracting and mini-fireworks ignited as she got more viewers and even a donation,
“Woah, where'd that come from? Ten dollars?”

“Z-” She was about to ask for Zern, since she hadn't heard his voice in a while, but then her eyes got pulled to look over several new messages. She barely had time to think because she was glued to the screen trying to discern what people were saying.
“Yeah? I can bounce...” She hopped up and down in her chair. Her eyes lit up as another donation came through.
“Wait, how's that worth five dollars!?” She giggled. She became so distracted that she no longer noticed that Zern was not in a call with her. She had been perfectly pulled into a loop.  Her stream was one of many in the 'real life NPC' section on a particular porn site.