The Breeding Shed

Anna Lee’s husband approached her, naked and beaten.

“Had enough?” He taunted.

Her white skin shined in the evening sun. Dozens of slaves gazed at her naked body. She didn’t answer.

“You want to fuck a nigger? Well, then you’ll be treated like one too.” He repeated.

He unshackled her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to the breeding shed.

“You’ll like this part, won’t you, nigger lover?” He slapped his wife’s ass with his free hand.

This wasn’t Anna Lee’s first time in the breeding shed, contrary to what her husband believed. She had led Jamal inside these walls one lonely evening.

“Normally, this is where my husband breeds slaves,” she’d said. Her husband had **** the best slaves to have sex here, but he’d also helped himself to the servant girls. There were one or two half-breeds running around the plantation. “But I thought, maybe…you could breed me instead.”

Jamal came deep in his mistress’ pink pussy, his black cock pulsating inside her as they both tried in vain to keep quiet.

Anna Lee dared not mention her rendezvous with Jamal after the whipping she’d just received, but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia as she stole a glance at her lover. Jamal looked on sympathetically. Juba looked guilty, hating himself for delivering such harsh blows against his white mistress.

Her husband threw her naked body down on the dirt floor of the breeding shed.

“You like niggers?”

“Yes.” She answered plainly, defiantly.

He slapped her.

“Then you’ll fuck all the niggers.”