The chain blocks seemed to be loud as they spun. Ja'Quaelah's bare feet were being hoisted off the floor and her toes were curling and stretching instinctively trying to find solid ground under her. The prison was old and it was victorian. There were seven floors of cells to each wing. The ground floor never housed cells. Rather the ground floor held the various departments, medical, administration. Operations and security. TV rooms, association rooms, games rooms etc etc. In the basement, there were other corridors that ran the length directly under the upper ones. They matched the upper floors corridors for length, but they had lower ceilings and the head space was restricted even further because it was down the length of these basement corridors that each wing's piping ran. Heavy duty piping for heating, wastes etc etc. In addition the electrics ran across the tops of the walls and again down the whole length of these basement corridors. These basements were just really for the use of maintenance. Oh and at the end of each corridor was a laundry room. Rooms that held big industrial washing machines and dryers. There really was no need for anyone to be down in this part of the prison or down in his part of particular wings unless one was unfortunate enough to be allocated the hot and sweaty job of working the laundry. Strangely one had to be 'privileged' to be given such a job.

In one wing, "H" Wing, down in that basement, and through the laundry there was another room, a hidden room. Like a room that had been built in afterwards. Like a room that had not been put in there in Victorian times when the building was originally constructed - but rather a room that had been dug out and added. There was only one way into this room, and one way out of it. Via a smaller than normal door secreted behind one of the huge industrial washing machines. It wouldn't be noticed, not in passing anyway that the washing machine was mounted onto smooth oiled rollers that allowed it to be pulled out relatively easily for access to that door. The electric and the plumbing of that one machine all extended and flexible to allow that machine to be pulled out. Indeed a lot of thought had been put into that secret room, and into its access. To the normal and untrained eye, there would be nothing amiss. Not even the women prisoners who worked there knew of this room behind the big washing machine. Unless they, or any one of them had been taken there of course. Then they would know.

"We haven't had one like you in for a long, long time. One that's in for the long haul. One that we have pretty much a free hand over. We gotta make the most of it, 'cunt' because, you'll rise up the food chain and be out of reach. And we don't want that to happen, not until we've had a piece of you."

The screw was talking, or more like 'hissing' into Ja'Quaelah's ear as he was spinning the chain block to which she was secured. Ja'Quaelah's hands had been cuffed in front of her and her hands then raised to slip over the hook attached to the chain. Then that hook was being hoisted up. It was worse because the travel of the hook up, was so slow and yet the block seemed to be spinning and spinning so quickly with very slow progress. Only eventually - very eventually was Ja'Quaelah's weight taken and then her arms stretched to the point that her feet were lifted off the floor. She was whimpering from between her lips that kept peeling from each other. She didn't want to whimper - it was like an involuntary noise that was slipping out. She could feel the spent semen running down her thighs and every so often, maybe every few minutes or so, both her vagina and her rectum would expel wet, bubbling air aiding the expelling of the semen. The quantity and the quality of the semen leaking from her was such that it told of coming from several different sources. She was hoisted up until her feet were around eighteen inches off the floor. Her ankles were then cuffed individually and her legs spread wide making her whimper just that little bit more. Ja'Quaelah could have killed herself for whimpering like she was but she couldn't do that. She couldn't even reprimand herself because a pair of Sonia Barrett's soiled, silk panties had been rolled up into a ball and shoved into her mouth. Then over her head a pair of nude panty hose had been pulled. The nylon tight to her head and to her face. The legs of the panty hose had been used to secure around her neck. The tie around her neck had been tight and although she couldn't see herself, she could sense the indent of the panty hose legs around her neck and throat. She could also sense her facial features compressed by the sheer nylon, and distorted. Her vision was distorted by the nylon, as though some kind of weird fetish filter had been fitted over her eyes. The little door had been closed and there was a weird silence. No sound of those industrial machines - the door including a sound proof seal. There were three male screws and a female screw milling around as Ja'Quaelah was suspended and immobilised. It was 3am and Ja'Quaelah was out on loan to the screws by Sonia Barrett. It was a Saturday morning and the weekend was shaping up to be a long, long one.