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ANGELS SALVATION After the dark and nasty start to this story which proved so cleansing to my mind, I needed to rescue my character. I never imagined I'd do something that nasty to someone and now my real persona has come back to write the second and final part. For those who asked, I hope this answers your questions. For those who didn't want the character saved from a life of hell, don't read it! As always, the characters in the story are totally fictional and of legal age in my country. Note that while this story still contains smoking and sex and drug use, it won't be good for a one handed read like many of my other stories. It's....erm.... nice. Synopsis It's been nearly a year since I (Angel) became Beth and through a series of unpleasant events, also became a junkie hooker for an evil drug lord. My adventure continues in a much happier vein. You need to have read "Fall of an Angel" to understand how this all started and why. Story It was a few hours after sunset and, as I did every night, I lurked in a side street in Manchester. I was dressed in a VERY short black skirt and a slutty red top with most of my tits on show above the low-cut top. My make-up was also slutty and had been tattooed on my lips, eyes and brows. Master Tom found it easier that way as most of us were too ruined to be able to do our make up well. I'd had my shot a little while ago so felt able to function as I looked for potential customers. I usually got 4 or 5 in a night at ?40-?100 each depending on whether they wanted a BJ or to fuck me. Price didn't matter to me as Master Tom took all my cash to pay for my costs. I guess the drugs and smokes cost a fair bit as I slept in a tiny room with a knackered single bed in it and only got one meal a day which was usually something and chips*. I'd given up asking what the "something" was as I got punished for it. *Fries for the USA people This night was no different and I'd already been fucked twice behind the seedy nightclub I usually stood outside. I was thinner than I'd ever been which made my tits look massive. I still loved them, they were a gift from some guy I forgot a while back. Wish I could remember his name but it's like it was removed from my head. A grey car cruised slowly along the road, stopping close to each girl and gurl and then moving on. It didn't look like police but I was ready to run if it was. Master Tom had told me I must get away from any police and I had a great escape route nearby if needed. As the car pulled up in front of me, the guy driving looked at me really closely. After a few more seconds of staring he wound the passenger window down and said, "Beth?" "That's me, 40 for a BJ, 100 for a fuck," I told him. His jaw dropped and he asked if I remembered him. "Sorry babe, can't place you," I said, hoping he'd hurry up and give me his cock, he was much cuter than my usual clientele of fat 50/60 somethings who showered twice a month whether they needed it or not! A single tear rolled down his cheek as he said he would be back tomorrow and drove off. "Weird," I thought but then brushed it off as I waited for my next client. 5 hours later and I was back at the doss house we used. Master Tom was there counting cash and smoking a big cigar, I handed over 380 quid and he gave me a needle, said, "Nice one babe," and carried on counting. I went to my filthy room, shot up and lay back waiting for sleep and the next day to come. Not that it would be any different than this day but you never know. The next morning The Professor was woken by the phone at 6.30. "It's me," screamed the voice, "I found her." "Dylan, that's great. Please calm down. Come here for breakfast at 8 and we'll make a plan." "Yes Sir, see you then." I woke in pain as I usually did, eyes all crusty, body dirty and smelling of old cum. The door slammed open and my needle was dropped on my sheet by the "housekeeper" who left again without a word. I shot up and then made my way to the bathroom. This was one open room with 2 toilets and 2 showers, none of which had doors or curtains. I showered under the lukewarm water and shivered, used the sliver of cheap soap and then dried myself on a nearly clean towel from the pile in the corner. I went back to my room to dress, I needed to look good as I had a private performance this afternoon. I selected a half-sleeved top which hid the track marks and was fairly clean and got dressed. I had long ago lost any feelings of deprivation and lived on auto-pilot with almost no emotion left in me. After the private show for a group of businessmen I changed again for my shift on the street and left "the shed" as we girls called it to go to work. I had a couple of average customers and then the silver car turned up again. This time there were 2 guys in the car and I worried again that they might be police, but the window came down and the guy asked for a BJ. "40 love," I said and he handed over the cash, got out of the passenger side and we went down the alley. He was smoking a pipe and as I knelt down in front of him he said, "Look at me Beth." I looked up and he blew pipe smoke in my face and told me to follow him and get in the car. My head span and I felt confused. I had a real desire to do just that but I didn't know why. "You MUST come with us Beth," he repeated, blowing more smoke in my face. I wandered behind him in a daze and didn't resist as he opened the back door and I got in. Once he was back in front he turned and said, "Beth Sleep," blowing more smoke at me....... I woke feeling my normal craving and waiting for the bang of the door before opening my eyes. There was no bang and I thought, "great, late again and I feel like shit." I finally opened my eyes to discover I was in a big bed under a luxurious duvet which was actually clean. I looked around blinking in surprise and saw the driver of the car sat next to me just looking with tears in his eyes. "Where am I, what have you done to me?" I screamed. "I need my shot." "PROFESSOR," yelled the guy as I blinked in confusion and felt my cravings gnawing away at me. The door opened a few seconds later and the other guy came in and smiled at me. He stopped to light his pipe and then asked how I felt. I just demanded to know why he had abducted me and what he wanted, told him I didn't have any more money. He exchanged a sad look with the other guy then came and sat down on the edge of the bed. He blew smoke at me and told me to remember my past before Master Tom. He kept repeating it while blowing smoke in my face. Then something broke in me and I just about cried my heart out. The agony inside me as the year of sexual abuse and disgusting living conditions came back to me was awful. I'd allowed myself to blank it all out but I'd just be storing it up and now it flowed out freely. It was Dylan and the Professor of course. They'd come back to save me from Master Tom. He offered me a much-needed cigarette and I smoked with a shaking hand as I told him of my awful life. "I'm so sorry Beth, I never meant for this to happen to you," he said. "I went too far with both of you." I didn't really know what he meant, was he taking the blame? "You didn't know but each year I took a few students who responded well to the mind scramble screen saver and gave them perversions and new desires that were often totally different from their past lives. I was researching brainwave patterns and how they can be changed which now helps people with mental illnesses to live more normal lives, schizophrenics for example can be locked into one personality, manic depressives can be made happier and it's very effective but I became corrupted by my power and loved to make people into living fetishes. I could turn straight people gay and give people whole new desires without them realising it had happened. They believed what they were told but it only worked on those who responded to my screen saver. I still don't know why some do and some don't." "Can you f-f-f-fix me?" I asked in a tremulous voice. I'd stopped crying as I had no tears left. He leaned behind me and pulled a cord on the wall. "Let's have some food and a cuppa and then we'll devise a plan," he said, "but first....." The butler walked into the room soon after with a big water bottle, glass and small pill bottle on his tray. "Breakfast will be served in the dining room in 10 minutes Sir," he said before putting the glass of water and bottle on the table beside me. "Thank you, Michael," said the Professor before turning back to me. "First step Beth, these tablets are used for reducing drug withdrawal symptoms although if misused they can be addictive in themselves, take one at the times you used to take the heroin." He filled the glass with water and dropped one pill in the glass. "Wait for it to dissolve, then drink it all." I drank the bitter liquid and lay back exhausted but he urged me to get up. I was in a very pretty nightie and I smiled as I remembered the joy of my girly clothes so long ago. The professor left and Dylan finally spoke up. "I'm so sorry Beth, I wasn't strong enough to resist and I thought I'd lost you forever," he sobbed as the tears started flowing. He hugged me and I hesitantly hugged him back. I still wasn't able to feel much in the way of emotion but I vaguely remembered I had once loved him. "Get dressed Babe and then we'll have breakfast and talk more." He pointed to a wardrobe and went to sit down back beside the bed. I opened it to find all my clothes from when we'd lived together and many more besides. They were loose on me now but still felt good and also smelled good and clean. We went downstairs together and along to the dining room. The Professor was already sat with a cup of tea and invited us to join him. We sat down and were shortly served a huge Full English breakfast. I looked at the plate in shock, it being about 4 times the size and 100 times the quality of my usual meal. The Professor told me to eat as much as I could without being sick as it would help me on the long road to recovery. As we tucked in, they both asked me questions about what had happened and I answered in between delicious mouthfuls of real food and hot tea. I told them about the doss house and the drugs and the clients and how bad I had felt and how empty I had become. The tears began to flow again and the Professor told me to carry on eating and listen while Dylan told his story. "I never saw you again after that day but I was treated a bit like you, only Tom never really managed to control me as the Professor gave me such a dominant personality." "Tom filled me full of smack and tried to get me to make him money but I couldn't get into it and there isn't much call for a rent boy who's a top," he laughed. I smiled around a mouth full of bacon as he carried on. "He chucked me out and left me a homeless junkie on the streets, begging for cash to buy drugs." "I was so messed up I took an overdose and woke up in hospital with a lady beside me who worked for a drug charity." "She offered to take me to a rehab clinic and helped me to get my life back in order." "I agreed and they took me away and I went through weeks of agonising withdrawal but I got myself back in order, then I just needed a place to go." "As you know, my parents are long gone and I have no family so I lived in a homeless hostel for a few months selling the Big Issue during the day." "One day I was outside the cinema when the Professor walked past and I called out to him, he rushed over and grabbed me, called me his dear boy and apologising over and over to me." The Professor coughed and looked embarrassed. "I was feeling really bad at losing both of you, at knowing how far out of hand it had got." "I only wanted to make you happy in my own special way but you both vanished that day and I couldn't find you again." "I think I knew I'd gone too far with you when I made Dylan use you as a money-making device, I should never have done that and I'm so very, very sorry." I didn't know what to say so carried on eating. I was feeling angry with him and sorry for him at the same time.... Mostly angry, he'd ruined my life. Suddenly I dropped my fork and said, "MY PARENTS, what about them?" I'd always kept in contact while living with Dyl but Master Tom wouldn't let me and encouraged me to forget them. With his power over my mind, they had been relegated to a dusty shelf in my brain, never to be remembered.... At least while I had served him. The Professor spoke up again. "You are on the missing list and your picture was circulated around the University and indeed around the city and suburbs but obviously you'd changed so much and Beth was not what they were looking for." "I've sent your Mother an anonymous letter telling her you are alive but changed and I am helping you, and to wait for further contact. I have promised I will not harm you." "I really won't harm you either, I've already done too much of that," he said with a heavy sigh. I came close to taking my own life when I realised I may have cost you both of your lives. "Indeed, I was contemplating it the week that I found Dylan and persuaded him to move in with me and let me make it up to him." Dylan burst in, "He has given over 200 grand* each to us," he yelled. "Alright Dylan please," the Professor said. "It's guilt money that I can afford but more than that I need to set you both right." "Dylan is no longer on drugs and doesn't drink often either." "He is less dominant now but he still smokes cigars though as I offered to try and remove that addiction but couldn't quite erase the need." "I still love a cigar," Dylan corrected him, to be honest I had always had a bit of a thing for cigars although only the smell before I met you." *Two hundred thousand pounds Sterling. I finally sat back feeling fuller than I had in a long, long time. When we'd finished breakfast the Professor took us back to his study and we sat on comfy sofas to finish our chat. The Professor lit his pipe and Dylan lit a cigar. I was really looking forward to a smoke and Dylan passed me a handbag, a gorgeous Radley one I'd often wanted back in the days we lived together. "It's yours Babe, a gift from me as a small token of my guilt." I took it and hugged him to say thank you. I could feel emotion inside me, starting to swell against the dam that had been there so long. I opened the bag and found a purse inside along with cigarettes, lighter, good make up, tissues and other girly bits and pieces. I lit a cigarette and opened the purse to find a driving licence in the name of Beth Wilde with my picture on it, a bank card in the same name and a sheaf of money. I looked up at them in puzzlement. (Handbag and purse in the UK are purse and wallet in the USA). "My sources have created this for you," said the Professor, "they are genuine documents and linked to perfectly legal accounts." "As Dylan said, there is a lot of money in the bank account which is yours to do with as you desire." "The driving licence shows as legitimate on the DVLA computer and is legal ID although it wasn't entered onto the database in the usual way." "It won't flag up as fake though." I looked again at the driving licence, I couldn't actually drive as I'd never done the test but Dylan obviously realised that and said he'd teach me. At this point the professor spoke again. "Dylan would you please leave us for a little while?" Dylan got up and left the room and the Professor turned to me. "Would you like me to try and erase the year you just had?" he asked me gently. I considered this and then asked if he could restore me to the person I was before we met. "I'm afraid it's unlikely," he answered with a sad smile. "The conditioning I gave you in the early days was very, very strong indeed and you will very likely always be a smoker and a committed transvestite." "I can pay to have the breasts removed although that will leave serious scarring and some of the tattoos can be removed but not around the eyes and again, scarring will follow." "The permanent make up isn't lifetime permanent and will wear off but it will take several years." I told him I needed to consider this on my own and he said I could go back to my room and take all the time I needed. As I left the room I passed the butler who told me to pull the cord if I needed anything and that he'd bring my next tablet later in the day. As I thanked him and walked on, I realised that I'd not felt much in the way of cravings and was grateful for that small mercy. When I got back to my room I undressed and went to the ensuite bathroom. There was a huge bath and I filled it with water and loads of bubbles before laying back to contemplate life in the hot water. I was free of my abuser and hopefully on the way to being free of my drug habit but apparently stuck with girly thoughts and cigarettes. I thought about it for a long time until the water began feeling cold. Finally, I knew what I wanted. Knew the way forward that I had to take. I got out of the bath and showered and cleansed myself really well. I'd not felt that good since before I met Tom. I walked out into the room, picked a gorgeous dress and some lovely clean undies out of the wardrobes and got dressed. Then I sat at the dressing table to look at my face. It was painfully thin looking and quite washed out, I had to fix that. I opened my handbag, took out a cigarette and lit it then pulled out my make-up. It was all MAC and high quality and I set about fixing my face. When I was finally happy I went to sit on the sofa and think some more, it was then that Michael knocked on the door and came in. "I've bought your tablet and some tea," he said, setting down a tray on the coffee table. On it was a teapot, cup and saucer, water jug and glass and a tablet. I took the tablet and thanked him as I poured some tea. "Dylan asked if he could come and see you when you're ready," he said, I told him to give me half an hour and then send him along. When the knock came, I answered the door and Dylan walked in. He looked at me and smiled and told me I looked gorgeous. This made me smile too and I invited him in. We sat down together and he told me more about how the professor had worked to fix his mistakes. "He took as much of my dominant persona away as he could but I will never be a bottom," he said with a small grin, "He can't make me straight again either and the best I could hope for is to be bisexual but do you know, I'm happy as I am now." I felt glad for him as he continued, "I still have deep feelings for you Beth but I realise that I abandoned you and I understand if you never want anything to do with me again." I frowned and he held his hand up and carried on, "Just let me finish." "I need to explain how sorry I am that I lost you, gave you up to that monster and for what has happened to you since." "As soon as I was fit, I started searching for you, trawling the streets day and night for the last 4 months." "The Professor gave me the car and all the fuel I needed and searched in his own way too but you were hard to find." "I'd never have given up Beth, I still love you and would have searched my whole life for you." At that point I grabbed him and kissed him for all I was worth. We both had tears pouring down our faces as we pulled each other close and kissed and hugged like our lives depended on it. After what must have been ages we finally separated and I told him my thoughts. "Firstly, you were as much a victim as I was." "Your behaviour was a result of the Professors work and you can hardly be blamed for surrendering to Tom when he had you drugged and would have killed you, you're lucky to be alive and so am I." "I just want to get over what happened to me and my drug addiction and get on with my life." "I need to see my parents but I'm not sure how they will react to my ti...boobs and make up and dressing like a girl but I can't give them up and actually love my look when I haven't had it ruined by frantic snogging." He looked embarrassed and I laughed as I told him we were both guilty of ruining the make-up and then I kissed him again. "I want to be able to keep doing that forever," I said and his face lit up with a huge smile. "More than anything I would like to make love but that's not a good idea yet given what I've done in the last year." "Good point," he said, "we'll get you in for a check-up as soon as possible." I lit another cigarette and leaned back on the sofa, glad that this part at least had gone well. We went back to the Professors study and he arranged to have a colleague check me out for any nasty problems I may have the next day. We told him how we felt and he explained that he'd used our fledgling friendship and magnified it and that he could probably remove it but given our happiness we should probably stick with it, given that we may be unable to feel true love with anyone else. I could live with that, I loved Dylan or at least that's how it felt which was better than many people get. The next day I was whisked away to the University and had blood and pee samples taken along with anal and oral swabs. Two days later I was told I had Gonorrhoea but it was treatable and I was given the appropriate medication. Thankfully 2 weeks later I tested clear because by then I was absolutely craving Dylan. During those 2 weeks I had eaten well and started to fill out again. I had continued taking the pills and was now on only one tablet per day. Soon I would stop forever I hoped. I had been shopping with Dylan out of town as I didn't want to risk meeting Tom and I had started exercising in the Professors mini gym. He had continued to apologise to me regularly. I had told him I could forgive him but never forget and asked if he could use his power over me to remove my obedience to pipe and cigar smoking men including him. He immediately agreed and after the last of many sessions in his study, I awoke from a trance and he asked how I felt. "Fine," I said, stretching and yawning. He blew smoke from his pipe into my face and told me to dance. Although I felt a small urge, I could easily contain it and I laughed with joy. "I can't remove it totally but I have lowered it to much more tolerable levels," he said. "I have also removed your slutty desires and taken out as much of the horror of the last year as I could, although you'll never forget of course." I thanked him and even hugged him lightly which caused his eyes to glisten with tears. He also told me he had some guys out looking for Tom to stop him ever doing this again. That night, Dylan and I slept together for the first time in over a year. We made love and he was gentle and tender and passionate and sweet and we both finished feeling nothing but love for each other, Dylan inside me and his hand on my softening cock. As we separated, Dylan told me he had phoned my Mum. I was immediately nervous as he explained what had happened. "I told her you had been abducted and turned into a shemale and a junkie although obviously I didn't put it like that." As he looked into my shocked face he said, "I explained in depth about how you'd been taken off the street and changed but without any reference to the Professor." "I told her that I was helping you recover and said that you wanted to see her and your Dad but that you looked like a woman now and had breasts." "She cried on the phone but said she would recognise her child however you looked and asked if you could be fixed." "Oh my god," I said, "what did you tell her?" Dyl explained that I was happy with my feminine side and was being cured of the drug addiction but that I still smoked and that we were a couple. "She said the only reason she didn't hang up on me is that she might have lost the only route back to her child and so she would listen to ANYTHING as long as she could hold you again," Dyl said with a smile. By this point I was sobbing and told him I wanted to see them so much too. He then explained that he had booked a suite at the Radisson Edwardian in town for a week from tomorrow and that my parents were on the way. I went through a thousand emotions and lit a cigarette to try and calm myself. "I can't wait but I'm terrified they will reject me or not recognise me," I wept. "I doubt it," said Dyl, "she knows what you look like because I sent her a picture of you and she has already said she wants to see you." After a night of lovemaking and good sleep in the amazingly comfy bed we showered and dressed for the meeting that day. I changed outfits about 20 times before Dyl said, "Calm down Babe, she's coming to see her long-lost child, not judge a fashion show." I laughed and settled on a lilac dress and matching heels and my Radley bag that I took everywhere with me. We packed a case with clothes for a week and left for the hotel. "What a gorgeous suite," I said, exploring the multiple bedrooms and the huge lounge before going out to the balcony for a smoke. Dylan's phone rang and he answered and then said, "they're here Babe," before running out of the room to escort them up. I sat on the sofa trembling with nerves and wishing for another smoke but knowing I had to wait. I'd had my pill so it was just nerves causing the shaking. The door opened and Dylan came in, followed by my Mum. I stood up and looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "Mummy," I said in a tiny voice and after about half a second, she ran to me and hugged me tightly. "My poor child, I've missed you so, so much." "I can't believe what has happened to you but we're both here for you." She let me go and my Dad took his turn to hug me tight. We were all crying freely now, even my normally staunch Father had tears running down his face but we sat on the sofa and Dylan made tea as I explained the less horrific parts of my ordeal, carefully editing the Professor out. "So, you were secretly gay and didn't tell me," whined my Mum later as we sat with a hot cuppa each. "You know I wouldn't have minded and neither would your Dad." "I know Mummy but I couldn't open up to you," I said, "it was just me being nervous." "I still love you sweetheart and I always will, I'm your Mother and you're my child however you dress and whoever you love." Cue fresh tears and another round of hugs and this time Dylan got a hug from my Mum too. "Thank you for rescuing... her and for bringing us back together," she said, her voice brimming with emotion. "I'm so glad she is safe and has someone to care for her." Dylan held my hand as he told them, "I will always love her and care for her and keep her safe as well as I can." "I'm honoured to have your blessing and the love of such a physically and mentally beautiful person." I blushed as he spoke and looked at him with eyes full of love. At this point my Dad coughed and mumbled about them needing to get some shopping. I laughed as he nearly dragged my Mum out of the room. "They're good people," said Dylan as we leant in for a kiss. "I adore them both," I said reaching for my bag. After a relaxing smoke on the balcony we made passionate love and then went to shower together. My parents returned in response to a text from Dyl saying it was safe. We sat with a drink each and talked about the future, having all decided that the past had been analysed enough. Dylan told them that he owned a house in Leeds (news to me) and that maybe we could move there together to carry on our studies in a new place away from the past but affordable and fun. After fleshing out the plan and giving them the address, my parents agreed it sounded like a good plan and then we all went to the dining room for a meal followed by drinks in the bar. We were about 4 rounds in when I suddenly asked who was paying for all this. "Our tarnished guardian angel," Dylan laughed. "Just relax, the bill will be paid no matter how much." We went back to the suite and my parents left for their room. As Dylan and I sat for a smoke on the balcony, I leaned into him and told him I loved him and looked forward to our new life together. He told me he felt exactly the same and needed me more than he could ever say. The sun had long ago set and a chill was filling the air as we walked back inside. Dyls phone rang and he mouthed, "Prof," as he answered. Dylan listened for a while and then laughed out loud. I was curious as he talked a while longer and then hung up. "What did he want," I asked as Dylan came to hug me again. "Just wanted us to know that his goons picked up Tom earlier, apparently he really, really likes that screensaver." I smiled evilly as Dyl and I walked hand in hand into our bedroom. The end