"shackled to a chair"
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As soon as she has surrendered her clothing, the prisoner is pushed over to a sturdy wooden chair and ordered to sit down. The guard handcuffs her once again, and unlocks and re-locks her leg-shackles, pulling her feet back and passing the chain between the prisoner's wrists, hog-tying her in steel. He produces a second set of cuffs and snaps them on to the woman's arms just above her elbows, pulling them closer together. The prisoner wriggles uncomfortably on the hard chair, her arms painfully chained behind her back, and her feet held clear of the floor.
"Sit still and shut the hell up," the guard says, "..or I'll shut you up."
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He waves the ballgag in her face. "Defy me or submit, the end result is going to be the same. You're naked and shackled to a chair in an interrogation room, chained and helpless, deep in one of the most secure prisons in the world. Do you really think that clenching your jaw shut is going to achieve anything?"
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With one hand clamped over the prisoner's face, and the other pulling on the strap, the guard finally succeeds in cramming the fat ball-gag deep into her mouth; its phallic projection tickles the back of her throat, making her heave and retch. Tears spring from her eyes as the guard tightens and buckles the strap behind her head. "There, you see," he says, "it's not that bad, is it?"