The chains that held the landcruiser secure in the fuselage groaned and creaked, but held.

Gears, pulleys and chains creaked and groaned in constant motion, driving distant forge hammers and ore crushers.

The chains creaked as the bodies still swung heavily above me.

The chains creaked and the windlass groaned as the heavy planking sank to place across the moat.

A series of taps on the stone sent a signal to an unseen operator, and the chain creaked, drawing the wheelbarrow into the hole.

Forrest shifted somehow in the porch swing and the chains creaked.

The chain creaked and groaned as I worked out my own fears.

The chains creaked under his weight.

An unseen chain rattled and creaked.

She lifted, and the chains creaked overhead as her onetime superior officer rolled out and hit the porch with a thud.