Suddenly, without any warning he pulled out of her entirely. Before Bella could even imagine what was happening he slapped her heard against her buttocks, growling "on your back, quickly."

In a daze she hurried to obey. As she rolled on to her back she saw he had stepped off the waist-high dance platform. He grabbed her around her hips, and pulled her roughly towards him, leaving her with her bottom on the very edge, legs dangling off. He took her feet, and forced her knees up to her chest, and apart, snapping again that she should hold them there. Bella was now left completely exposed, her tender holes on the edge of the platform. Bella closed her eyes, waiting for him to plunge his cock back in to her, but instead heard a rustle of clothing. Opening them, she saw that Pete had removed the leather belt from around his discarded jeans, and was staring down at her with a maniacal glint in his eyes.

"You're going to keep your legs like that princess, nice and high and wide. If you let go, you'll regret it. Now hold still."

With that, he swung the belt through the air, the leather cracking against Bella's bare buttocks. She cried out in pain, and he swung again, catching her on the other side. Another eight times he swung at her, until her small bottom was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Bella was sobbing, tears pouring down her face, but too scared to do anything than hold her legs as he had told her to. He spoke to her again,

"Five more princess, then we'll get back to fucking." He gave a small nod, motioning to her genitals, "pull your hood back."

Bella cried out, "please, no, please!"

"Do it now, or else it'll be ten," he growled, "and don't you dare let those legs drop."

Squeezing her eyes tight, praying it would be over soon, Bella let go of her legs, being careful not to let them drop, and reached down between her thighs. Placing a hand on either side of her clitoral hood, at the very top of her slit, she stretched the skin back, the still erect and very sensitive bud becoming exposed. She clenched her body, awaiting the blows. Pete licked his lips, looking down at the beautiful young woman, her tender abused sex ironically still swollen and sensitive with desire. With perfect aim he brought the belt down hard against her clit, and Bella shrieked. He noted with a sly smile though, that she didn't move. Four more times in quick succession he brought the belt down between her legs, each time causing her to scream out in agony in between sobs.

Unable to wait any longer, he threw the belt to one side, and stepped up to the platform, driving his cock back through her anus. This time he didn't attempt to control himself, and within a few thrusts his thick shaft spasmed inside of her, filling her rectum with a second load of cum.

With a contented sigh, Pete collapsed back in to his chair, leering up at Bella between her splayed legs. Reaching for the remains of his drink he raised the glass to her in a mock toast, and drank. Bella rolled on to her side slowly, painfully, and reached for her discarded clothes.

"Not so fast princess," Pete chuckled. "Our little show there's got Frank quite frisky again. A good girl like you wouldn't want him to leave unsatisfied would you?"

Bella stared at him blankly, then gave small scream as Pete reached down to his jacket, and pulled a handgun from a holster inside. He wouldn't kill her would he? Her boss, her owner, allowed her to be mistreated, encouraged it even, but wouldn't stand to lose her as his property. But no, it seemed Pete had one last cruel game to play.

"Back on your hands and knees."

Rolling on to her front, Bella raised herself unsteadily back on to all fours. Frank climbed the platform and knelt in front of her, cock in hand. Bella allowed herself to relax a little; just a blow-job. Then she felt something cool, hard and metallic pressing between her labia, sliding an inch, then two in to her vagina. She froze as Pete worked his gun the rest of the way in to her cunt. As he did, Frank moved closer to her face. Bella knew what to do, and opened her mouth, taking him in to her. She ran her tongue over him, his taste a mix of his own cum, and her body. Frank gave an appreciative groan as she went to work, alternating between sucking on his cock, and running her tongue up and down the shaft. As she did, Pete spoke,

"There's a good girl, I think Frank quite likes that, eh buddy? Now, I want you to rock back on to my gun, fuck yourself with it. If you do a good job, I won't pull the trigger."

A panicked sob escaped Bella, but she obeyed, rocking back with her hips, then forwards again, feeling the cool, slick metal of the weapon slide easily in and out of her. She redoubled her efforts on Frank, remembering he had climaxed rather quickly the first time around. She was rewarded, such as it was, with a deep moan, and heavy breathing from the fat man, as she expertly worked on him with her mouth.

"Oh, I'm gonna blow," Frank moaned, and Bella closed her eyes tight, waiting for the cock to spasm in her mouth.

"No, no, look at me slut," Frank groaned, and as Bella looked up at him through tear streaked eyes, and they made eye contact he came, gripping her hair to stop her pulling back as he erupted down her throat. She swallowed it all, fear suppressing her gag reflex, painfully aware of what was pushed up inside her cunt. She breathed a sigh of relief as Frank's softening cock, and Pete's ever hard weapon were both withdrawn from her.

She stayed on all fours as the two men dressed, cum beginning to drip now from her red and abused anus, trailing down between her puffy lips. Neither spoke or even looked back as they left the bar, and only once she was alone did Bella reach for her clothes, using the knickers to clean herself as best she could before tossing them in a ball in to a bin behind the bar. Slipping the dress over her head, but leaving the bra off, she climbed the stairs slowly to the rooms upstairs where the girls lived. As she reached the landing she heard her name called from below. She turned slowly to see the bar's owner looking up at her.

"I hope you made those men happy," he said, "they are important associates. Now get some sleep I have another group coming tomorrow, ten this time, and I want you and another couple of the girls to keep them entertained."

With that he was gone, and Bella turned and walked slowly upstairs.