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

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The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think I should explain that rubber slaves don’t need a voice. They exist to submit, serve and obey. I am now pumping a liquid rubber into the gag that’s in your mouth. Think of it like a balloon filled with liquid latex. Once finished, it will solidify and seal, leaving only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.” and she laughed. 'Hey, yester night I saw you were staring at my feet, after I told about my likeness to have my feet pampered !!! Is there any particular

After school, when I got a job, I stayed with her in her one-bedroom apartment, splitting the monthly bills between us. 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 What was her mistress doing? Wasn’t Elena here to rescue her? Why weren’t the nurses doing anything? I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” Slave, you no longer control your own body. The hood now controls you. The hood is fitted with a built-in wireless connection, and that controls what you hear. More important for you to know is the in-built electrodes in the suit which have now been melted into key areas of your body.”

Complete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires. The hood owned him, and he must obey it. The hood owned him, and he must comply with any instructions it gave. The hood was him and he obeyed the hood, comply, obey the hood, submit, obey the hood, serve, obey the hood, obey… The realization that Elena had disposed of her hit her hard. Her Goddess had rejected her and cast her down into her own personal hell for all eternity. She would be forced to spend the rest of her life in constant misery, unable to enjoy the situation she always dreamed of. There was so much she wanted to say, but gagged and trapped in a soundproof room, she couldn’t say anything. No one would hear her screams or her sobs. It must have been for a crime so big, that it could not be ignored by them. Elena was the most powerful gang leader in the city, and when police would come to arrest her, it would often end up worse for them than it did for her. 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.

Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later” Master was in his dungeon, doing what he enjoyed the most; turning an ‘innocent’ young man he’d selected for transformation into one of his ‘army’ of rubber slaves.Again, Max tried to resist what was being done to him; to get away somehow, but he couldn’t find a way. Shouting didn’t work, in fact, it just seemed to amuse the man, who simply sniggered at Max’s protestations. When asked a question, the man firmly instructed Max to never question him ever again. How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell. Well aunt you really have beautiful feet, and they really deserve great pampering, and I can see uncle has done his job well. ' She smiled for what I

aunt's place is, my uncle visits home once in a month, he is always out of home for his business works. My cousin (aunt's son) was in college hostel

that my aunt was watching it with very carefully. Though I also had a great foot fetish, I tried to hide my likeness in front of my aunt. But at the end of the Next morning, while having breakfast, my aunt sat beside me at the table and had a look at me with a different smile in her face. I asked what was the matter The hallucinations hadn’t been completely auditory either. She would also see shapes in all sorts of colors appear in front of her. Like the voices, they had first been random, but eventually, she started seeing things she recognized and made up stories about them to pass the time. Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning.

Liz started struggling against her bindings. The idea of freedom being so close to her yet still being denied it made her even more desperate to get out. Her struggles accomplished as much as they did for the past 2 years: nothing. The layers of bondage prevented her from moving even an inch. 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.” HELLA SEXY GINGER LEATHERMAN STUD ! ! photographed by ADDA DADA ! ~ FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2021 ! ( safe photo )She laughed at my expression. “You no doubt thinking that you are not a slave. Is that right? All men think that! It’s no problem! We have developed methods which efficiently transform any man, even the most arrogant, self-willed ones (like you, Peter!) into good slaves. Our methods are very simple: we keep our slaves chained, and we enforce our strict rules with severe punishments. Our methods have worked on every man who has ever come here. Our methods have never yet failed to make a man into a slave!”