It’s A Living, by Mrwhysper

“THIS GUY IS CREEPY AS SHIT!”

“Gina…”

“No, seriously, Marcie, just look at the avatar!”

“We did that last week, Gina.”

“Urgh, shut up! What the fuck is this shit? Some sort of **** porn story?”

“The tags are very confusing. But I do believe **** porn story is accurate. We are reading It’s A Living, by Mrwhysper”

“Grrrrrrr…”

“Down, Gina.”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

“I knew this guy was a creep!”

“Gina…”

“He hides in a tree like some kind of tree dwelling ****!”

“What is your obsession with rapists this time around? We had plenty of them before.”

“Yeah, sure, Marcie, but I got a bad feeling about this one.”

“As opposed to any other ****?”

“You know, there is **** and ****.”

“...should I even ask?”

“Most **** stories we read here is just some virgin loser nerd getting their dicks wet. It’s gross and disgusting but whatever. Like you are looking at the sissy from “you want to **** her in a brutal way” and you are just like ok, sure thing nerd, try not to cream in your pants before you stick it in.”

“...ok...”

“But this, this feels like real ****. Like, remember that one **** story engin’s likes?”

“Uh...”

“The one with the party that’s actually a **** convention.”

“A party gone wrong? That brings me back”.

“Yeah that’s the one. I get the same creepy vibe from this one. This one is different, I can sense it. This is the real deal.”

“Gina, you need to take a deep breath. Why don’t you sum things up for our readers?”

“Ugghh! This is about a creep called the “professional” who has a very particular set of skills.”

“Indeed. We get three choices to go from here, but not really.”

“One is just an authors note, and the other…

https://professionalchanges56sufd63gfy53dfjkozthaxl498466gfeqb674gf.onion

“what the fuck is that weird ass gibberish?”

“It appears to be some sort of dark web link. I do not want my laptop to be infected by a government trojan, so we will not click on that.”

“So, that leaves one option. Ok, yep this motherfucker is about to **** some bitch.”

You often hear mention of a “**** kit” in police procedurals. Such a term does my tool bag a grave injustice. I begin to extract my tools, checking them over as I set them on the bedside table. Pliers. Rubbing **** and prep pads. Tattoo gun. A variety of needles and a piercing gun. Ring and dental gags. Three syringes. A bottle of Novocain. Several spade shaped butt plugs of gradually increasing sizes ranging from one inch in diameter to three inches. A large bottle of silicone based lube of the variety used for artificially inseminating horses. Hair clippers. Styling product. Hair dye. A pair of scissors. A Hitachi vibrator. Finally, my pride and joy. The fucksaw. A heavily modified Milwaukee Sawzall reciprocating saw with a rather large dong on the end.

“Talk about putting the ape into ****, am I right?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Marcie?”

“Nothing, just alluding that this pun is less obvious then the twist that she hired her own ****.”

“What? Get out of here.”

I pull out a couple pairs of Bluetooth earbuds, note the color, and slip the pink ones into her ears; the white ones go into my own. I thumb two MP3 players to life. Mine plays Shriekback’s “Nemesis”, the playlist is composed of ‘80s and ‘90s Goth/Industrial. Hers is currently playing “Baby Shark”. Her playlist is part of the contract. It’s weird , but I didn’t pick it.

“You know what they say, can’t spell **** without rap.”

“Will you fuck off already?”

“Fine. I actually quite like this. Forcing someone to listen to certain music is is an interesting and often overlooked facet of domination. Baby Shark however is demented.”

“What’s demented about Baby Shark, you bitch? It’s a great song!”

“...seriously?”

“Look Marcie, there aren’t that many shark themed songs out there. It’s either this or the JAWS theme.”

“I suppose forcing someone to sing Baby Shark could be quite humiliating..."

"MOVING ON!"

"Fine, fine."

“This fucker doesn’t just **** the victim. He goes on full blown mindbreak by turning her into a bimbo slut. A weekend is apparently plenty time to accomplish that.”

“I like the elaborate setup, but bimbo? A rather generic end result given all the effort.”

“Fuck me, if you want any more proof that this is some fucked up ship, engin is in the comments. Fucking **** slut.”

After that I’ll cash the check she sent me to pay for this originally and start looking for a new client.

“Told you, Gina.”

“Oh, come on! That’s some bullshit!”

“It was obvious. The author even smugly hinted as much in the very first chapter. He properly smirked at himself, thinking how clever he was.”

“I’m sure he did, Marcie.”

“Hmph. He may fool the troglodytes who usually frequent this site, but not me!”

“Uhu, cool so we are already done? Well, that was fucking fast!”

“hm, yes, a bit too fast, if you catch my drift. The chapters were all on the shorter site too. But on the plus side, we have to give the author credit for actually bringing the story to a conclusion.”

“So what, Marcie. This one will be a really short review?”

“I do not think we actually did all that much reviewing in this one, Gina.”

“Meh.”

“That will not do. I believe we owe it to this author to check out one more branch.”

“I disagree.”

“Regardless, I have my double VPN on and Tor installed. Firewall is online. Gina, you may fire when ready.”

“Sure thing, captain Cringe. Ok, so this is basically a readers form were others can demand the professionals services. Hmm...interesting...”

“...Gina?”

“What? I wasn’t planning to offer YOU up.”

“Good to know. By the way, next chapter is from a different author. You know the drill we can not complain about that one.”

“But we totally should!”

“Well, the good news is that this time the professional actually receives a proper contract. None of this “the victim hired him all along” cop out. A rich successful heiress is in need of getting her confidence destroyed.”

“I mean kinda? We learn not shortly after that her own father has ordered the hit. The creepy fucker also wants her to fall in love with her twin sister or something.”

“Sure, but remember Gina. That is the premise which is given to the author by another author, which we can not complain about.”

“Fuck you, Marcie. I’m going to complain about those incestuous freaks as much as I want. How many fucking **** stories in a row are we right now, anyways?”

“Only two, the beach frat boy story did not feature any ****.”

“Well, fuck, you’re no fun.”

“But out of the last ten stories, five featured ****. So, you are definitely on to something. Personally, I blame George R.R. Martin for putting the in in ****.”

“...so anyways, they professional weasels himself into Melanie’s life and does some rapey shit involving hypnosis.”

Author’s Disclaimer: As a former stage hypnotist and practicing amateur erotic hypnotist I’ve actually used the script and techniques described in this chapter, or variants thereof (with willing subjects) on several occasions. Yes, it works. No you shouldn’t try this at home. If you’re one of the 10% of the population that are ridiculously susceptible to suggestion, I’d strongly advise taking a break mid chapter. This one gets a little long, and can be pretty intense.

You were warned.

~W

“That means we have to stop here, Gina.”

“Oh, fuck off! I’m not easily susceptible!”

“Gina, you are literally doing everything I tell you to.”

“T-that’s not the same thing! Watch this! I can handle it!”

five minutes later.

“I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands. I always obey your commands…”

“I knew that this would happen. Gina!”

“Yes, master…”

“Snap out of it!”

“Wuargh! Blaaarghhh!”

“Geez. This is why I prefer body control. What is so arousing about having a mindless drone around? I want to see the shame in my victims eyes as I command them to debase themselves.”

“It’s not my fault! This guy goes full on subliminal messages!”

“Gina please. All the guy did was repeat the same thing over and over again. But then again, no wonder it worked on you.”

“Oh fuck off, Marcie.”

“This branch goes on for quite a bit longer. The professional slowly inserts himself into his targets life and make both Melanie and her sister his slaves.”

She looks like she’s ready to snap. This was a calculated risk on my part. I am, after all, the help. Still, Plan A hinges on her talking to me (Plans B through G involve various different other tactics. Plan H is the scorched earth policy. In that one I kill both of them and stage it as a ****/suicide. Plan Z involves global takeover).

“I bet Plan Z involves Zombies.”

“I changed my opinion, Marcie.”

“You did?”

“This dude is just a nerd **** after all.”

“Perhaps that is for the best.”

Her throat feels amazing, but I restrain myself and keep my eyes on the prize, while at the same time taking the hint and mauling her right breast.

“This is another guy who doesn’t get that the word maul is only ever reserved for a particular viciousness of nature. That of one creature whose pure strength completely eclipses another.”

“I mean…”

“FUCK OFF, I want to read the fucking sissy story!”

Aside from the obvious the mental changes I make are actually minimal. Both girls are as intelligent as they ever were, they just think with their pussies instead of their brains now. Mely still has her law degree for example, and is quite capable of citing case law and precedent when her head isn’t a haze of hormones. Val still has all the low animal cunning and sharp intelligence that allowed her to always make the scandal rags without tipping over the edge into legal problems. Joined together they’re quite the **** to be reckoned with as long as they’re not too horny to think.

“In the end the professional succeeded in his aim but ended up caring for the two girls in a rather unprofessional way. He even threatened their father to ensure they have a good life”

“Tell me about it. **** my ass. I won’t even rank this bitch very high on the scumbag protagonist ranking!”

“Good for you, professional.”

“I don’t like that he made them sluts for their father, though. Always with the fucking ****. Why can’t the sisters just fuck each other!

“And that brings this branch to an end too. Hmm...I am still not quite satisfied…”

“We aren’t reading another branch, Marcie!”

“Yes, yes...so what is your opinion of this?”

“As I was saying, this guy is just a nerd.”

“Eh, I mean about the story.”

“I don’t like when the fucker hypnotized me!”

“Alright, I see that I have to take over. This is a fairly competently written story. I like the details the author goes into and I like that both branches were concluded. A rarity in this day and age. I however do think it lacks a bit of spice though.”

“What?”

“The professional is very much a Gary Stu. Both extremely competent, an amazing lover, despite having only average looks. A **** of nature too, from which even the most powerful people on the planet cower. And of course by the end he not only effortlessly accomplishes his goal he even shows that he actually cares deeply about the two twins and helps them lead a much healthier life.”

“I mean yeah, which is why I said, **** nerd!”

“Due to the narrative structure that is perhaps unavoidable. This is ultimately a power fantasy and wish fulfillment story. Still, it irked me while reading this. It is a bit too nice and neat, if you know what I mean.”

“NEEEEERD!”

“Gina…”

“He tricked me, I hate getting tricked. And I hate fucking ****!”

"Hm, yes, suffice to say I did not masturbate to this story, however, it did provide me with some...ideas."

"Marcie..."

"Gina...perform Baby Shark."

"GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"