Steel collar. Red rubber ball gag. Steel chain—two one-foot lengths, one three-foot length. A three-foot spreader bar. And then there were the r...ally special boxes.From the large one she pulled her favorite toy, by far—the chastity belt. Custom made and expensive as hell, but worth every penny. She'd read about many women who could get a finger inside the belt to get some pleasure. She could not. Whether by design, her anatomy, or simple luck, she had never found a way to give herself. Whatever it was made the young girl scream in Pleasure. This kept on for a few minutes and then the girl stopped moving. The doctor took her pulse and announced she had died. The camera showed her beautiful face with a huge smile on it! The intern looked and asked if he could take her away now, to which the doctor said yes. The intern smiled and scooped her up in his arms in such a position that her mouth was near his bulging pants. He looked at her and then the doctor and the doctor nodded OK.. My dad was never interested, but she said, 'just as well your dad wasn't interested - Jason could give me a c***d FAR FAR superior to what your dad ever could!' I was obviously devastated; obviously she was implying that I was inferior! AND she added, 'Jason wants to impregnate me, preferably in front of you'. This bully was really, really 'rubbing it in'! Once a bully ALWAYS a bully. But also, I discovered that this was maybe the BIGGEST reason for the separation of my parents; her need for. Old frame houses that once framed a neat, tree-lined neighborhood showed peeling paint as they'd transitioned over the years into flop houses for college students. The older model cars parked in front showed signs of wear with rust spots and dents. The sleek, black Escalade my dad gave me as a high school graduation gift looked oddly out of place as I pulled in front of the fraternity house and parked. I could see a gathering of guys on the front porch, drinking what I could only assume was.