In the sweltering heat of the Deep South, on a plantation filled to the brim with hundreds of slaves, there lived a man named Mr. Barnaby. Despite the protests of his wife, he had a most unsavory plan brewing in his lecherous mind.

You see, Mr. Barnaby had taken a liking to the young slave girls, barely of legal age, who worked tirelessly in his fields. He loved the way their youthful bodies glistened with sweat as they toiled under the scorching sun. The way their plump rear ends jiggled with each step, the way their pert breasts strained against their thin cotton dresses. And he wanted them all to himself.

So Mr. Barnaby, a man of means and influence, put his nefarious plan into motion. One by one, he began purchasing these young slave temptresses, plucking them from the fields and bringing them back to his estate. He had a special room set up for them, filled with soft beds and frilly dresses, a far cry from the bare-bones shacks they were used to.

And then the breeding began. Mr. Barnaby would invite all the white men from the nearby town to come and wine, dine, and fornicate with his stable of scantily-clad slave wenches. These men would rut with the girls like animals, grunting and sweating as they thrust into the tight, unwashed cunts of the nubile negresses. And all the while, Mr. Barnaby would watch from afar, stroking his cock through his trousers as he envisioned the nubile slave girls swelling with mixed-breed pickaninnies.

For that was the true purpose of his scheme – to produce a litter of mixed-race babies to sell to the local brothels and whorehouses. The brothel owners would pay a handsome sum for a fresh batch of nigger whore babies, raised and trained from birth to be the perfect bed slave. And Mr. Barnaby would be there to collect every single penny.

Among the slave girls was a particularly sexy little minx named Jody. With her big bubbly ass and pouty lips, she was the favorite among the white men who came to visit. They would queue up for hours just to get a turn with Jody, to feel her warm black skin against theirs, to plunge their thick cocks into her tight, puckered holes.

And Jody took it all in stride, submitting to their lustful desires like the good nigger slave slut she was. She knew it was her lot in life, to serve the white man and his urges. And so she moaned and whimpered in pleasure, her slutty cunt dripping with their cum as they used her over and over again.

In the end, Mr. Barnaby’s scheme came to fruition. The slave girls, including the sexy little Jody, were all pregnant with mixed-race babies. And when they came to term, he sold them off to the highest bidder, no questions asked. The brothel owners were over the moon, drooling at the prospect of training these babies to be the perfect negro love dolls.

And as for Jody, she was left alone, her body bruised and battered, her slutty holes stretched out and gaping. But she knew, deep down, that she had fulfilled her purpose. She was a slave, and this was the life she was born for – to be used and bred and sold by the white man. And that was a fact, and nothing would ever change it.