Red Rubber: The Story of the Rubber Slave Trade Flourishing on the Congo on the Year of Grace 1906

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Liz's EncasementLiz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors.

Had it just been one of her hallucinations? Or maybe it was a nightmare? Elena would never really throw her away like that, would she? I would like to thank everyone who read my storys and watched me since I first started posting. Whether you are a new fan of my work or a old one, thank you. English is not my 1st language so I was unsure when I began, but since there I learned that my English was not as bad as I had thought and have worked to improve my writing even more. It feels great to someone who learned alot of the language through Youtube videos. So once again, thank you all. I hope you enjoy this story. She started hearing footsteps that only got louder as time went on and silhouettes began appearing in the doorway. With how used to isolation she was, the sound and light was really disorienting. As her eyes continued adjusting to the brightness, Liz began to recognize one of the silhouettes. She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial and time commitment, and we then train them to be slaves. REAL slaves. You have been selected, Peter. You are now an inmate, and you will now, in your turn, be trained to be a slave. Your weight loss will be attained, although it is just a small part of your training here.” Now I am working as an assistant in a local office where I stay alone in a rent out apartment. It is 50 miles drive to my Goddess (aunt's) place. I was

She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!” put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's position HELLA SEXY GINGER LEATHERMAN STUD ! ! photographed by ADDA DADA ! ~ FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2021 ! ( safe photo )

Two days after, she did it again while I was sleeping, but this time, she went a step further. Again, I pretended to be asleep, but I know she knew I was awake.Imagine what it must be like for Liz. Imagine if on the day since you read that story, you were arrested and every day up untill now was spent immobilized and isolated in in heavy bondage. If every experience you had since then was instead replaced by darkness and isolation. All that time wasted as you are trapped, unable to do anything and absolutely miserable.

We were her chained male animals. We were all wonderful examples of men, physically. I felt strong and healthy. The work and diet had made my body supremely vigorous and healthy. The Company had at least kept that promise to me. But I was not a man. Not a real man. I was chained. I was a slave. A slave to the whip bitch.I just listened to her and could not tell or argue about it. I felt that I am already become a slave and ready to do what ever she likes. I admitted that I You allowed it to happen when you didn’t stop her the first time she touched you sexually. You should have screamed at her and not pretended to be asleep. All Max could manage was muffled noises, and even these noises faded out as his mouth became completely filled. trample me so hard, that was the punishment to be away from her for 5 days.. She slaps me so hard as I dont feel I have a face. And for every punishment she