Chapter Nine
Gina was bent over in a holding cell, her upper body was parallel with the floor. Her wrists were cuffed to the wire mesh at waist level, enforcing this posture. Her ankles were shackled to flush rings set in the concrete floor, widely spaced. A cloth had been tied across her eyes to blindfold them. Another had been tied over her mouth to muffle her screams.
And she had screamed, all the way down the hall from the shower where she had been purged and purged again, until her bowels ached from the pressure of the water that had been forced into them. She had been forced to retain the last flood of water while her face was planted deep in her guard’s hairy crotch, pleasuring the woman to show gratitude for her attentions. At least the fiery ointment had been rinsed out of her,
