The cool breath across the slathered peaks draw her nipples almost painfull tight.  Her fierce struggles jolt the chair, jiggling her tormented breasts.  Jaw clenched tight, her breath coming in forced bursts through her nose, her eyes narrowed into small slits the only avenue available to her to express her frustration and anger.  Frustration at being unable to move, anger .. oddly enough..  at anyone thinking her breasts were 'jobs'.  For some reason that comment pushed through the fear, pushed through the panic and just pissed her off.  An angry scream tears through her throat as she thrashes about in the chair,  her long black tresses flinging hard around her.