More intense training

After that first two weeks Mr Taylor expected her to know how to do things so if he caught her acting wrong in the smallest way, he beat her. Not smiling enough when he spit on her, SLAP, forgetting to walk like a hooker, SLAP, not cleaning his dick immediately after sex, SLAP. It took her two months before she went throughout a single day with out getting beat.

The third month of her training as he called brought the worst thing yet to happen to her; she had arrived at his house Friday in a cutoff shirt that had boy-toy printed across the front and tiny black shorts that clung to her ass like ceran wrap. They left nothing to the imagination and came about an inch up her ass revealing two curvy orbs. Adorning her feet were black heels and she knew exactly what she looked like.

Handing her a picture Thursday night, he had told her to make her hair look like the women's she saw before her.

She had spent two hours on it, skipping cheerleader practice that evening using tons of hair spray she teased it and held it out and finally she looked like some Farah Fawcett reject from the eighties. For some reason the hair seemed to bother her more than the clothes, which by now she had gotten used to strutting around his house in.

When he answered the door, she said he customary introduction and started to step in, but he put his hand on her tit stopping her, and closed the door stepping out, tonight was the first time she was staying over all night, setting it up by telling her parents she was staying at a friends, and the young girl was wondering what he had in store for the evening.

"Were going out tonight" he told her

Immediately she started to panic. What if someone she knew saw her dressed like this she thought. Working as hard as she could the last two months she had come to willingly do every disgusting act he liked. That should be enough for him, his own personal whore, but this was too much. For the first time in a while, except when she was getting beat, she started to cry.

He had been walking around the hood to get in when he heard her sniffling. Casually walking back around he pushed her against the tan suv and ripped her little shorts down until they were around her ankles.

"Still not obeying slut? I thought you had finally become a good girl."

She was wearing a black thong and right there in broad daylight he spanked her hard ten times. She knew better than to resist and obediently stood there to be abused.

"Ready to go now?" he asked her.

"Yes, and thanking you for beating me" she responded pulling up her shorts, opening her door and getting in.

"Don't worry slut, were going a few towns over. You think I want to be seen with a skanky whore like you in public?"

Vanessa was relieved but felt bad about making a scene before. She knew better than that, she thought to herself. He reached in his pocket and pulled a small white pill, out holding it out for her, as she opened her mouth and swallowed it. Sometimes he liked to give her X, at least that's what he told her it was, and watch how uninhibited she got. He reached in the backseat and pulled a tiny black miniskirt out and told her to change.

They drove for about thirty minutes and finally they reachedColumbia, the largest town around them. They stopped and ate at a Mexican restaurant. Vanessa was very happy, knowing no one would recognize her, and really not caring at this point if anyone did.

Mr Taylor didn't let her go out with her friends anymore, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Next he took her to a club and handing the doorman a hundred they let her through. He gave her another pill, this one larger, and she swallowed it just as the first one. They danced all night. She grinded into him and moved sexily about. Having been dancing for him the last two months and watching videos of strippers, Vanessa danced as slutty as anyone there had ever seen.

Guys were constantly starting at her long smooth tan legs and cute little ass but she paid them no attention, concentrating on her man. Her man, which is what he had become, and she had! come to fully believe that. The months of **** had imprinted him on her and she had come to actually sort of fall in love with him. Firmly believing, that deep down he loved her too. At one point he took her in the men's bathroom and had her kneel and suck him off in the toilet while everyone watched.

Her mind was foggy and she couldn't think straight by the time they left the club. She thought they were going home when she felt the car stop and her door open. The rest was a blur and she had no recollection what happened over the next two hours.