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363so indelibly imprinted on it, he could see the marks where the buckle needle would go the through holes imprinted there.He wondered at his power and looking at her weak and helpless, instead of making him feel evil and regretful, he felt something new. His cock became erect like never before. He dropped himself across her and fucked her arse all through the night, coming and shooting his seed in through into her rectum, into her bowel, until there was more of him tucked inside it then her waste.Finally, at dawn, he got up, grabbed his clothes from the floor, turned off the lights, and left. He went to his bed, leaving her there crying and alone in the dark.That morning, one of the staff with a spare key had to open the pub. The other staff got it running in her absence.In the garden studio, Betty laid there still tied up and looking up at the painting. The pain was less now and she had stopped crying at some point when she had fallen asleep. Around her, the floor was covered with urine and she lay in its wetness. She knew this was all her fault. She had goaded Harry, a very good man, and egged him on to drink so much. She knew she had no one to blame but herself. Despite the pain, she had orgasmed too, every time he had. Of course she did; Betty was insane.The door opened and Harry, fully dressed, came in. He sat on the chair and sobbed. %u201cWhy are you crying? You enjoyed it so much last night, you couldn%u2019t stop.%u201d Betty said in a soft voice.He removed his hands from his face. %u201cLook what I%u2019ve done to you. Your bottom is marked very badly and I%u2019ve caused you so much pain. I am so terribly sorry. I%u2019ll carry this in my heart and on my conscience Insanity