Continues to use her

Aeisha's eyes widen in terror as she feels the leather tighten around her throat, cutting off her air. She nods frantically, trying to signal her compliance, but Scott seems to take no notice. He continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more urgent and violent.

Velma, Jasmine, and Naomi huddle together in the kitchen, their ears straining to hear any sounds of distress from the other room.

They move with a slow, deliberate pace, as if each movement might shatter the fragile peace they've created. Velma's hands tremble as she pours water into a pot, while Jasmine's eyes dart nervously towards the door. Naomi stands silently in the corner, her arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

The minutes tick by, each one stretching on for an eternity. They jump at every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of fabric. But the house remains silent, save for the occasional grunt or moan from the other room.

Suddenly, a loud, guttural laugh echoes through the living room. The laughter is followed by Scott's menacing voice, his words slurred and indistinguishable, but the tone unmistakable. Aeisha's whimpering grows louder, more ****, and the sound of skin slapping against skin makes the women's stomachs turn. Scott's voice rises, the words becoming clear, "Take it, you little slut.

Serves you right, you thought this would be easy no way, you niggers are my slaves and if I want to strangle you I will." Scott relishes in Aeisha's misery and pain, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light as he tightens the belt around her neck. Aeisha's eyes bulge, her face purpling as she struggles to breathe.

Her hands flail wildly, trying to grasp at the belt, but Scott's grip is too strong.

"Tell me you want my white baby," Scott's voice drips with malice, his face twisted in a cruel grin. "If you want to live, tell me you want my white baby." He repeats the phrase, his voice low and menacing, the words dripping with contempt.

Aeisha's eyes roll back in her head as she gasps for air, her body trembling with fear. She tries to speak, but the words are trapped in her throat. She nods frantically, her head bobbing up and down as she tries to convey her compliance.

But Scott seems unimpressed. He tightens the belt around her neck, cutting off her air supply completely. "Say it whore, I can't hear you."

Aeisha's vision blurs as she struggles to breathe, her hands clawing at the belt. She feels herself slipping away, her consciousness fading as the lack of oxygen takes its toll.

Just as she feels herself blacking out, she hears Scott's voice, sounding further away than before. "Say it, or I'll make you regret it."

Aeisha's mind is foggy, but she knows she needs to comply. With a weak, raspy voice, she chokes out the words, "Please, Massa, give me your white baby."

Scott's grip on the belt loosens, and Aeisha gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to fill her lungs. But before she can take a full breath, Scott pushes into her cunt, his movements rough and urgent. Aeisha cries out in pain, her body still reeling from the lack of oxygen.

"You're mine now, whore," Scott growls, his voice low and menacing. "I'm going to fill you up, make you mine in every way possible."

He pulls out of her, leaving her gasping and panting on the floor. He stands up, his pants still around his ankles, and grabs a handful of her hair. He yanks her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

"You're going to have my baby, you understand?" he says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're going to be my little breeding whore, and you're going to love every minute of it."