<strong>Slave #2 - Jane</strong><br/><br/>Jane glared at the red-head woman as she walked directly towards herself. The Africana did not like the way she was being looking at. She had often been looked at up and down by men but never the experience had been as dehumanising. She really felt as is she were a thing, and object.<br/><br/>At first, Jane did not move. She was only softly growling with her lips pursed, flashing her teeth, while trying to cross the woman's eyes. But when the red-head began to touch her, to prod her, she yanked once again on her chains, as if she could punch the bitch. Of course her violent attack was stopped short, but the whole line of slaves had felt the shaking of the beam to which their arms were chained.<br/><br/>The woman did not seem to care, although she was obviously staying out of reach of the chained slave. She explored the tautness of her butt, of her breasts; she assessed the amount of fat over her well defined muscles, which was next to nothing; she evaluated the strength of her hair and the overall sensitiveness of her skin.<br/><br/>At last, she grabbed her nipples and squeezed hard. Jane roared as the pain exploded in her breasts. Her nipples were rather long and unusually firm but they were still made of flesh and nerves and the pain was high. Still she forced herself to remain still, all her hate concentrated in the venomous glare she darted at the red-head. It was obvious she was suffering though and the woman squeezed her nipples harder and harder to force her to react.<br/><br/>Jane's began to grimace, the muscles in her limbs bulged, but she remained still for a moment. Her growl was louder though. At last the pain was too much and she violently yanked herself backward, as far as the chains would let her go. Her tormentor did not let go off her nipples and followed the move, only crushing the sensitive beads of flesh harder and then dragged her forward. Jane arched her body, her proud breasts stretched into cones. She was pulled forward more and more, until her chains were taut as guitar strings and she could not move further. That woman has an incredible strength in her fingers!<br/><br/>At last she released the black girl and Jane relaxed a little. Her nipples had grown even bigger now and they were throbbing from the pain. Jane was hissing, clenching her muscles, unable to do anything to soothe the pain. She was drooling even more as before and her cleavage was now covered with it, as well as linked to her chin by several threads of saliva. She was panting fast, her chest heaving and a sheen of perspiration was glistening over her whole body.