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

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Liz and Elena are OCs of . He is my biggest inspiration and the reason I decided to start writing and posting my work. This story even takes some inspiration from his wonderful Asuka comic. 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!” How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell. 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.

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. well I want to tell you something, you admired my feet in morning don't you? Well that is the result of your uncle being my slave when he is here. I really Ok, one more thing, you will not drink any water here after remember, I will give a bottle filled with my urinate and that will be the drink you have for theWe had a preset quota of work to accomplish each week. We were punished if we were seen to stop work without permission. And all of us got twenty extra strokes on Sunday, if we collectively failed to meet our weekly work quota. So we all worked very hard. Now. Listen up.You need to learn the facts of life here. Women are in charge here. You, as a male, have no say. None at all. This is a private organization of dominant, sadistic women. Our primary purpose is to find suitable males (like you, Peter), make them into slaves, and keep them to suffer for our enjoyment. But, we are also practical…..this place needs a lot of work and upkeep, so we also use our male slaves for the labour we need. The arrangement works out very well! This is NOT one of your foolish fantasies, Peter! This is a real, working farm, with REAL slaves doing REAL work” 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.

Survival International Director Stephen Corry said today, ‘The rubber boom may seem like remote history, but its effect is still with us. When the West began its marriage to the motor car, its love letters were written in Indian blood. It provoked a gross crime against humanity which was perpetrated by a British company in the Witoto area. The parallel should not be exaggerated, but today there are still British companies, such as Vedanta Resources, planning the theft of tribal land, this time in India. It’s time to put a stop to these crimes and start treating tribal people like human beings.’sex with my aunt, that fulfilled her sexual desires. I had to go out of the house when my uncle returned home for couple of days. Right after he left the which is about 200 miles away from their home. So, it was only me and my aunt stayed at home most of the time. So, here I will start the way this thing all

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.We’d sleep in one bed, she in her pajamas, I in loose shirt and underwear. The bathroom has no door and this has not been a problem since we are both girls anyway.

As you can see, your hood has vision built into it. Now, I must leave for a while, whilst the final stage of your enslavement is completed. Just watch the pretty swirls, and listen.”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? Oh? Did you really think I was here to release you?” Elena taunted. “Hahaha. Pathetic. Of course, you always were a pathetic little slut. I was planning to just suffocate you with a plastic bag and throw you in some landfill, but then I realized that is exactly what you were expecting. That’s what you wanted, and you need to understand Liz, if someone displeases me like you did, I’m not going to give them what they want.” To celebrate the 2-year anniversary of posting my 1st story, I decided to write a sequel to catch up with hardcore masochist Liz after all that time, coincidently taking place on the 2-year anniversary of her imprisonment. If you want to learn how Liz got into this situation, read the 1st story here: She cannot keep you against your will. You have to fight for your freedom! Make her realize you mean business. 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