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FALL OF AN ANGEL
Warning, this is a dark and nasty story about the corruption of innocent
people. It involves lots of smoking, prostitution, drugs, mind control
and other bad behaviour. This is NOT a nice story but it cleared some
darkness from my soul and some of my nastiest fantasies too. Do not read
it if you get offended by.... Anything!! All characters are just that
and are of legal age in my country.
Synopsis
I'd just turned 18 but unlike most new adults, I wasn't interested in
doing things I was now legally allowed to do. I was a sober, fit and
healthy young man who only wanted to help others. I was loved by so many
people for my good deeds and the ladies at the care home called me their
Angel. Then I went away to Uni to study adult social care..... And
things changed!
Story
The sun beamed down on me as I stepped off the train at Manchester. It
had been a long journey up from Dorset and I still felt sad about
leaving home for the first time. My mother and sister had cried as they
waved me off and I had sniffled a little too until two kind old ladies
had given me a tissue and talked about my future and their past to cheer
me up. It would have been a far sadder journey without their company.
Manchester was HUGE! I grew up in a very small rural town and Weymouth
was the biggest place I'd been to before this. I stood in the taxi line
and caught a cab to the university. I won't bother talking about the
admin and room allocations save to say that I would be sharing with a
guy called Dylan who seemed nice.
On our first night we sat and talked over a soft drink, it seemed we
shared many passions such as social care, public duty and the desire to
please and help. I could see us being great friends and we chatted about
our first intro lecture tomorrow. At around 9.30pm we turned in for an
early night as it seemed we both always did.
The following morning; we set off for the hall and sat together front
and centre ready to learn. Professor Thomas was a tall muscular man with
a fairly severe look and a powerful voice. He introduced himself to the
class and had us talk a little about our pasts and our hopes for the
future, as an icebreaker it worked well and we seemed to have a lot in
common throughout the group. We got a course outline and timetable along
with good study references. We would attend a study group each day and a
lecture twice a week, there would also be visits to care homes,
hospitals and other places as part of the study.
For a few weeks all was normal, we learned a lot and we often got
together in the library to discuss our ideas and learn even more from
each other. Dylan and I were becoming great friends and shared a common
goal to run our own care home network later in life after working our
way up.
Things began to change from the day we were answering a quiz in study
group one day and the screen saver for the Professors laptop came on the
projector screen. I looked up and was absorbed by the dancing swirling
colours. It was fascinating and I just couldn't look away, I didn't want
to look away.....
I was interrupted by an *AHEM* as the professor cleared his throat and
moved the mouse. I shook my head and looked around to see others doing
the same. Not everyone but at least 5 other people including Dylan and
Rachel, a girl I had noticed a lot and who I must admit I really
fancied. The professor asked us to hand in our quizzes and for those who
didn't finish to stay behind. There were 6 of us in total, including me
and Dyl.
He asked Dyl first why he didn't complete it and he explained he was
distracted by the screensaver. The rest of us agreed and the professor
kindly let us go back to our seats and finish as we had no other
sessions that day. I finished my quiz and waited for the professor to
return from wherever he had gone when the screen saver cut in again.....
I hadn't even noticed the professor return, I hadn't noticed it had got
dark outside, this was September and our quiz had finished at 3pm, how
the hell had I sat here for over 5 hours without noticing??? All 6 of us
had!!
The professor cleared his throat again which bought us all round. My
head felt weird but I suppose it would after staying in the same
position for so long. Dyl and I walked back to our room discussing our
weird experience and getting nowhere trying to work out what had
happened.
I woke early the next day and laid on my bed looking over at Dyl, he
looked so innocent laying there gently breathing in deep sleep and I
felt such a massive wave of adoration for him, he was so cute and lovely
laying there that I wanted to hug him. I didn't of course but I couldn't
help noticing I was achingly hard down there! I had played with myself
before of course but never before had such an overwhelming urge to
pleasure myself. I ran to our shared bathroom and locked myself in as my
head filled with flashing swirling colours and I played with myself
frantically in the shower until I came so powerfully that I nearly
fainted.
As I came down, I heard the professors voice in my head but not clearly
enough to understand the words. Nevertheless, the pleasure I felt after
coming was boosted massively. As soon as I had calmed down, I forgot
this and got ready for a new day.
We were split into groups of 6 and sent out to local care homes for
experience, my group had all the people who had watched the screen
saver, although none of us realised it at the time. After a few days of
working at the care homes and talking to staff and residents, we
returned for individual group debriefs with the Professor. As he talked
to our group, I just listened in rapt admiration, the man was my hero,
my idol and I wanted to hear more from him, wanted to learn from him,
wanted to obey him, wanted to do anything for him. Somewhere in my head
a little confusion happened, I wanted to obey him??? This was soon
overridden by the rest of my brain and I sank into a comfortable stupor
as he talked and the screen saver flared behind him.
The next thing I remember is kissing Dyl goodnight before we went to
bed, him spooning me as always and me feeling so loved and happy. I woke
in the morning before him and turned to stare at his sleeping form. He
was rock solid down there and my hand slid down and grasped him. Soon I
was gently playing with his hard cock and sucking his nipples as I got
more and more horny. He woke and pulled my chin up to kiss me deeply as
I continued to pleasure him. Then he pulled my hand away and said, "Not
yet Sweetie." Turning me back around he gently playing with my hole and
then rubbed some lube in as he stroked and stretched and slid his finger
inside me. I felt like I was in heaven. I wanted this so much, I needed
him inside me. It was all I could think of.
Soon enough he lubed his hard cock and pushed against my virgin hole. It
was sore but I slowly expanded to take him and he slid inside me. The
pain gave way to sheer ecstasy and I was so happy to have my lover
buried inside me. I wanted this all the time, wanted him inside me, to
use me, to fill me.
Eventually he came and as he did, I did too. My cock leaking all over
his sheets. I quickly reached for a tissue and wiped it as the sheer
bliss in my mind wound down and I turned for a cuddle. "We'd better get
up," he said eventually and we did, I'd do anything for him!
The weeks went on and we made love every night, I fell deeper in love
and more subservient to him. I wanted him to own me, to love me, to use
me. I always took him inside and never the other way around. I never
came normally although I was always horny and often played with myself.
Eventually he told me he would be fitting me with a cage because I had
to stop touching my cock all the time.
The cage arrived and he fitted it to me as I knelt in front of him. My
surrender was complete, I was no longer free but I didn't care as Dyl
would give me all I needed. It was that week that the Professor invited
us round to his house for a meal and a chat about our future.
We were served a delicious roast chicken dinner by and suited butler who
smiled throughout the meal and attended to our every need. After this we
went through to the Professors study where he sat back at his desk and
lit a pipe. Then he said, "Angel sleep," and I don't remember anything
else until I heard him say, "Ahem."
I looked up and apologised for dozing off. They laughed and he asked me
to come and sit at his desk. As I passed Dyl, I realised he was holding
a cigar and I was baffled, he didn't smoke! I'd have to ask him later.
As I sat at the Professors desk, he turned his laptop to me and I saw
the screensaver again. I stared as I always did, never able to get
enough of those swirling lights. This time though, I heard him talking
to me....
"You have done well, becoming submissive to Dylan as I told you to. Your
corruption is just beginning though, you will change in so many ways
from this day forward. I just love turning good boys into bad boys,
naughty boys, naughty girls and many other things."
"Dylan now has a smoking fetish and only fancies smokers, especially
sissy girly boys who smoke slim cigarettes and leave red lipstick on the
filter."
"You still utterly adore him and feel an ever deeper need to obey and
serve him so there is only one way forward isn't there?" I looked up
into his eyes and tentatively asked, "Yes Sir?" He explained that I
would have to change to suit Dylan's desires and he would help me, being
the kind man that he is.
He pulled a bell cord behind him and the butler walked into the room.
"Michael, take Angel upstairs and introduce him to Martina will you, he
has much to learn." The butler's smile grew broader and with a reverent,
"Of course Sir," he grabbed my hand and led me from the room. We headed
upstairs and along a long corridor to a very feminine room which was a
pastel pink and had a big dressing table, double bed and massive built
in wardrobes all along one wall.
The butler uttered a phrase I couldn't understand but I just froze and
my eyes closed, it was like he had pressed the pause button on my life.
I woke to a manly "Ahem" from a very pretty looking lady. I quickly
discovered this was Martina, Michaels alter ego and for some reason I
kept thinking of him as her and found myself really liking her and
wanting to obey. She had me undress and put on all sorts of different
clothes from the wardrobe, eventually settling on a corset, black lacy
dress and stockings with some cute black strappy shoes with a small
heel. Martina told me over and over how right these clothes felt. How
perfect they were. How wonderfully happy I was when I wore girly clothes
and how every minute in male clothing would become more and more
uncomfortable. Every time I dressed girly I would be happy. Every time I
dressed as a man I would feel sad. And the effects each way would just
get stronger.
We moved to the dressing table and she did my make up, I looked into a
very pretty and quite feminine face with sexy eyes and fell in love with
my look. This being reinforced by Martina whispering in my ear
continuously about how good it felt and looked. Like with the professor,
it simply wasn't possible to disobey her. My mind couldn't even conceive
of the idea of doing or feeling anything except what she told me. She
shaped my nails and painted them a soft red which looked gorgeous. We
also chose a wig in my natural brown colour but long and wavy.
Then she told me I couldn't move, lit a long slim cigarette and blew the
smoke in my face. I coughed but as commanded I didn't move. She did it
again and again before finally commanding me to breathe in as she blew
smoke towards me. I did so and coughed again but after several
repetitions, this got easier.
Several cigarettes in, she gave me one and lit it. She told me how to
gently suck it into my mouth and blow it out and I did this a few times.
Then she explained the total ecstasy I would feel as I inhaled smoke and
how I would love it forever more. She went in depth as to the pleasure
and the joy of it and how I knew this to be true. Then she made me
inhale. I did cough gently but she told me to keep doing it so I did.
I finished the cigarette with my head buzzing and she showed me how to
repair my lipstick. We talked for a while and then she told me to light
another cigarette. I did so and instantly felt the pleasure again. I
wanted this, needed it, desired it so much. She leaned to my ear again
and whispered... "Your name is now Bethany but friends call you Beth.
You cross-dress whenever you get the chance and you have been a
committed smoker for 5 years. You are totally addicted to nicotine and
can't go more than 90 minutes without having a smoke. If you do, you
start to feel desperately uncomfortable and become more and more willing
to do ANYTHING for a cigarette. You are sexually attracted to men who
smoke, especially cigars and pipes and you will obey ANY man who is
smoking either of those. I felt the words become solid truth as they
dropped into my brain.
We trained for another hour or so as Martina refined my programming and
then she led me back downstairs. I minced down the steps carefully in my
heels as even after practice, they still felt odd in a good way. I then
lit a cigarette and holding it in a girly manner I walked back to the
Professors study.
As I entered the room, the Professor looked up and smile at me and said,
"Ah Bethany, come and join us." I walked forward with my heels clicking
on the hardwood floor which caused Dyl to look around, his jaw dropped
and the lust grew in his eyes as he saw me walking towards him. As I
looked up at him, he lifted a cigar from the ashtray and took a puff. As
he did, my heart pounded and I felt a wave of desire overtake me. We
nearly ran into each other and kissed frantically. We literally couldn't
stop kissing until the Professor coughed *AHEM* and we extricated
ourselves and looked sheepishly at him. He laughed and told us to sort
ourselves out, him there and me in the bathroom. I fixed my makeup as
well as I could in the mirror and went back in.
The Professor ordered me to sit at his desk next to Dyl before there was
a repeat of the last time and I sat watching Dyl smoke his cigar out of
the corner of my eye as the professor talked again. "I have given Dylan
more instructions while you were upstairs but I have not changed your
feelings for each other."
"Dylan is now more of a master figure but your natural subservience and
the cage I had him put on you will make that feel normal, maybe even
good."
"You'll be moving into a small flat together in a block that I own, I
charge a very low rent and I'm sure between you, you will find a way to
pay it."
"Your corruption is only just beginning and I look forward to seeing it
develop." With that he summoned Martina again to lead us out and she
gave me a wheeled suitcase to take with me.
1 Month Later
Dyl and I sat together on the tatty sofa, a blue haze in the air above
us as we relaxed that Friday night. I was on my 5th glass of wine and
Dyl was up to 7 cans of beer. This was becoming the norm of an evening,
I was dressed in a girly top and miniskirt with my caged cock peeking
out below. I gazed adoringly at him as he smoked his cigar and felt so
small and feminine and subservient to him. He told me to make him some
cheese on toast and I got up at once, I couldn't even think to disobey
him, not that I wanted to. I loved to please him. We were going out on
the scene tomorrow night as a couple and I couldn't wait.
The next morning as I went downstairs to check the mail, I saw Rachel
again. It took me a while to realise it was her with her new dyed hair
and dark make up. She was holding hands with Lauren who had also been in
my group and they kissed as Lauren left the building and Rachel turned
to go down the corridor to her flat. She saw me coming down the stairs
and stared at me in confusion when I said, "Hi Rachel."
"Do I know you," she said, looking at me. "It's me, Bethany. I was in
your group." She looked into my eyes and finally said, "Oh my god,
ANGEL?"?? No, my names Bethany or Beth I said, feeling slightly
bewildered that she didn't know me. She asked if I fancied a cup of tea
and I said I'd ask if it was ok and then be right down, "Flat 3" she
said as she wandered away.
I dashed back up with the letters for Master Dyl and asked if he minded
if I went for a brew with Rachel, he agreed and I grabbed my handbag and
skipped back downstairs to her door. She let me in and led me to the
lounge, a cigarette was burning in the large near overflowing ashtray
and I asked if she minded if I had one. Of course, she didn't and we sat
down with our drinks.
"How are you doing" she asked and I told her how happy I was with Dylan
and being together all the time. She asked how long I had been dressing
and I told her it was a lifelong thing, she also asked when I had
started smoking. I told her it was about 5 years ago and she said it was
the same for her but she didn't really remember doing it when she was at
school. Oddly, I didn't either but I must have done, I'd been smoking
for 5 years. I think something was playing on her mind and she asked if
I'd seen Richie and Sally recently, the other two from my group. I
hadn't and she told me they lived next door and we should go and visit
so we finished our brews and went and knocked.
Sally opened the door holding a feeding bottle, I didn't realise she was
a young mother but she must have been. She invited Rachel in and after
introductions, invited me in too. We went into the lounge and I was
shocked to see Richie crawling across the lounge floor in a nappy and
pushing a plastic toy train. He was making an odd gurgling sound as he
did so.
Sally invited us to sit down and offered a drink which we politely
declined explaining we'd just had one. We sat down and Sally opened her
arms and said, "Richie, bott bott time." He turned and crawled over to
her, climbing onto her lap to lay down. She pulled out his dummy and
held the bottle teat to his mouth, he suckled contently on his milk
while I looked on in bafflement and Rachel looked like she'd seen it
before.
"He's such a little tyke," Sally explained as she fed him, "still not
potty trained after all my attempts, he's costing me a fortune in
nappies." Richie gurgled happily as he let go of the empty bottle and
she let him get down and back to his toy. She complimented me on my
dress and I blushed and thanked her, asking in return how she managed to
attend university and look after him. She explained that he was a baby
evenings and weekends and a normal man during uni days. She told me it
was her choice and she loved it. At that point a terrible smell started
to fill the room and she said he needed his nappy changing. We both got
up to leave her to it.
Back in the corridor, Rachel wished me a good day before heading back to
her flat. I raced back upstairs as I missed Master a lot. When I got in
he was stretched out on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth and his cock
out, I raced to suck him, knowing I was neglecting my duties. I loved to
please him. He blew smoke in my face and said, "Yeah you love sucking
cock babe." I knew it was true.
After we had cleaned up, he opened the mail and complained about the
bills, we were beginning to struggle for money as our loans were being
eaten up by the bills and booze and smokes. Never mind, we'd find a way
as long as we had each other.
We went out to town that night and had a great time in the bars around
Canal Street. I was dressed as sexily as I could and with a great
makeover. We were outside smoking when we saw the Professor walking
towards us. He raised his hand in greeting and walked over. Dyl asked if
he wanted a drink and sent me to get it for him. There was quite a queue
at the bar and when I got back, they were deep in conversation, the
Professor smoking his pipe as he talked to Dyl.
"Thank you, Bethany," he said as I set his drink down in front of him,
Dyl looked a little troubled I thought. I sat down and the professor
looked and me and blew pipe smoke as he explained that he had given Dyl
some ideas to make money, he told me I would happily go along with any
of them and I readily agreed, of course I would. We chatted a little
longer and then the Professor made his excuses and left.
Dyl looked like he'd got over his problem and was smiling again. He
puffed his cigar and then leaned to kiss me. I got a mouthful of smoke
and he whispered in my ear. "You're going to make money for us babe,
you'll sell yourself on the street to please men. You'll dress like a
slut and join the other sluts out there on the street making cash." I
looked at him and he blew more smoke at me, I felt it become the truth
as he confirmed "You love to please men, fulfilling their dirty desires
for money. You love to bring back cash for us."
And so, it was the next evening after a lot of research online, I found
myself on a dark side street, smoking a cigarette and dressed like a
total slut. I'd had a few drinks before I went out to calm the
butterflies in my stomach and Dyl was watching me from an alley across
the street. I was approached by a young nervous looking guy in a suit.
He paused and asked if I was available. I told him it was ?20 for a BJ
and ?50 to fuck me, cash up front. He pulled out some notes and we went
down the alley, I gave him a condom, lubed him and let him take me hard.
It felt good but not like when Master did it. He came, I cleaned him up
and he left.
I only gave one BJ and got fucked by the young man that night but we got
home with ?70 which wasn't bad. Dyl didn't seem happy though. "Why
didn't we get more" he asked, "you maybe need to sell yourself better,
be more appealing." I felt sad that I had upset Dyl and went to look for
advice online as did he. When I got back to the lounge, he told me he
had an idea. "Guys aren't looking for fake tits and intelligence, we
need to get you some real tits and do something to dumb you down." He
blew cigar smoke as he said this and I knew we had to do it. "You want
huge tits you little slut," he said as he smoked his cigar, "you've
never wanted anything more." He was right, I totally craved massive
boobs. We went back online to find someone to solve our problem.
Three weeks later we used almost all my remaining loan money to get me
some DDs from a less than legitimate but more than capable surgeon Dyl
had found. I utterly adored my new tits once they'd lost the bruising
and swelling after the op. I was the happiest girl in town and I thanked
Master Dyl profusely for letting me get them. He looked pleased and we
went home and fucked to celebrate. "Just the intelligence thing to deal
with," he said as I lay there in the afterglow.
He lit a cigar and kissed me with the smoke. "You can feel your IQ
dropping" he said as I lay there in total acceptance."
"You struggle to have coherent thoughts other than about sex, clothes,
make up and pleasing men."
"You are my whore, my slut, my thick bitch who can't do hard sums or
complete long sentences without getting confused."
"Feel your brain get cloudy and dull as the need to think goes away." He
was right, it was hard to think.
I woke the next day and got ready in my best slutty outfit with my huge
tits bulging in a tight top. I wanted cock and to make money for Master.
He had taking some bookings for a group of guys to come and use me for
?300 at our flat. I was drooling at the thought. They left 90 minutes
later having used me twice each. I was dripping lube and my mouth tasted
of cum. It felt so good. I was trying to work out how much each guy had
paid but couldn't work out what 300 divided by 4 was. My head hurt so I
gave up and went back to my girly magazine.
2 Months Later
I was making around ?400 a day now, I was a very popular slut and being
invited to many people's homes. They would pay Master ahead of the meet
and I would turn up and be used. I loved it as Master had said I would.
All was going well... Until the day I went to the big house for the uni
guys graduation.
I'd been looking forward to the group of young guys who were all fit and
horny. When I arrived, they were all drinking champagne and smoking
cigars. My tongue must have been hanging out as I stared at them. They
called me over and I started to suck the obvious leader of the group.
The others watched and smoked and I got more and more horny. Then they
took it in turns to double up on me and I was in heaven. Then we sat
down for a rest and the leader turned to me and said, "Have some coke
babe." As he did, he blew cigar smoke in my face, unaware of the effect
it had on me. I hesitated and he said, "Go on, you'll love it."
He held out a banknote and showed me what to do, I sniffed and he was
right, I loved it. We had another round of sex and then more coke and
chilled out. The cigars came out again but I declined the offer,
preferring my cigarettes. Tom, the leader of the group put his arm round
me and I laid my head on his chest. He told me to tell him how I came to
be a slut and his smoke drifted around my face..... It all poured out of
me like I was a record. As he smoked, I explained the whole situation
with Master and the professor. Tom told me he wished I was his whore and
asked how Master Dyl controlled me. He had assumed it was drugs but
after not knowing how to take coke it obviously wasn't. I couldn't
explain because I didn't know.....
It turned out Tom had a very nasty side and was dealing drugs and
running other hookers. He called Master Dyl and asked him to come over,
offering extra cash for more of my services if he'd discuss it in
person. Master Dyl was pleased of course and came straight over. As he
arrived he was grabbed by three of the guys and they were hurting him a
lot, another guy held me back as I cried seeing Master in pain. Tom
walked up to him and asked how he controlled me. Master couldn't explain
either as the Professor hadn't told him about the smoke and wouldn't let
him understand why or how it worked. He just told him to smoke and blow
it at me while he was giving instructions. Dyl couldn't tell Tom that
because the Professors instructions wouldn't let him.
Tom said, "So to own her, I need to own you. That's easy enough." He
waved his hand and Dyl was dragged off somewhere. I was taken to a
bedroom and tied down. Then I was given an injection. I suddenly felt
light and spaced out and really happy. I was kept tied down and
repeatedly injected for a long, long time. It felt like months but was
probably a week or two.
When the day came that I was untied and walked to the lounge, my head
hurt and I felt sick and weak. I could hardly walk. I was sat down on
the sofa and then Dyl was dragged in. He looked as bad as me. He was
thrown down onto the sofa and Tom looked at him and said, "Tell her."
Dyl refused and I looked on in confusion before I suddenly felt the urge
to vomit. I leaned over and threw up into the bin. Tom turned to me and
said, "Ah, you need this," holding up a needle full of brown liquid. As
he injected me, I felt so much better and still got a little high. Dyl
looked at me in horror yet with a real craving in his eye.
Again and again Tom told Dyl, "Tell her," but he kept refusing and then
he threw up too. He looked like he was in agony but I was too out of it
to do anything about it. Finally, Tom said, "Maybe if I just kill you
then the power will end." Dyl relented and agreed if he could have his
injection and a smoke. Tom agreed.
Dyl turned to me with tears in his eyes and blew smoke over me. He read
from a piece of paper saying, "Beth you are now Toms property, you are
his junkie whore who will obey him in all things. You will forget about
me and do all that he commands of you. You must please him always." Then
Dyl was dragged away again.
My mind was spinning as the new instructions were filtered into my head
but finally they settled and I knew my place. I was another hooker
working for Master Tom who paid me in smack, smokes and food and gave me
a roof over my head. I would always love Master Tom..... Wouldn't I?
Fin
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