Randall Jackson, a racist lab-rat at the Jinsi Lab

Randall had been locked up at the Antarctica lab for years now. It started off when he had heard that the Onyx Foundation were buying up his old primary school. He had heard online about how they try to condition children into black supremacy, and he didn't want his daughter growing up in that type of place. So instead of sitting idly, he made some Molotov cocktails and showed those black pieces of shit who were really boss.

Of course he quickly got caught, and instead of facing normal law he was sent to a courthouse owned by the Onyx Foundation. They quickly gave him a sentence of life imprisonment for trying to kill children, even though no child was inside the school at the time. He made sure of that. He wasn't a child killer. However, the black jury and judge wouldn't hear any of it. Before he knew it, he was knocked **** and by the time he stirred awake, he found himself in the surprisingly comfy cell that he was sitting in right now.

24/7 TV, a double-bed mattress and a private en-suite. The food was always top-notch and they often let out the prisoners to walk around the base and stretch their legs, do some exercise. It didn't take long for Randall to learn that him and four other prisoners were all trapped together in an Antarctic base, stuck to the whims of three scientists and a handful of security guards.

Randall stared up at the TV, showing a trashy american reality TV show. A group of white girls were wearing skimpy clothes, dancing with some muscular black guys. Onyx propaganda, he knew. The scientists weren't too bad, but the entire vibe he got from the place seemed shifty. Randall's favourite was Cindy. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, and gorgeous blue eyes. She was a real stunner. At first he felt guilty for being attracted to her, but he realised he was never gonna see his wife and kids again, so he quickly threw the thoughts away.

Not only did Cindy have a beautiful face, but she also had a killer body. The scientists didn't bother walking around with lab coats, seeing as most of the time they visited the lab rats they were in their recreational time. Cindy always strutted about in a tiny crop-top and a pair of daisy dukes, flaunting her naval piercing and her toned tummy, as well as her hefty E-cup breasts. To finish off the all-american blonde bombshell look, she had a fat ass and a thick pair of thighs.

The best part about Cindy was that she knew it. Unlike Tonya and Sophie, the other two scientists, Cindy loved to show off her body and flirt with the lab rats. Randall kept himself in pretty good shape, especially compared to the other four, so she spent most of her time chatting him up. And there were even a handful of times, late at night, where she snuck into Randall's cell with a condom packet. Needless to say, Randall had plenty of reasons to like the bubbly blonde.

He heard her giggling and running excitedly down the hallway as he tried to peer outside through the glass door. Sure enough, Cindy was hopping with excitement in front of Randall, her tits jumping up and down with no bra to restrain them.

"Guess what?" She said happily.

"What?" Randall replied back with his southern drawl.