What happens once a girl gets sent to the basement?
Well, here is one girl’s experience, from Academy for Difficult Girs Student File #3: Callie [https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/458978]
Callie didn’t know how long she had been “enrolled in the remedial class”. She guessed it to be something like three days. She’d spent most of the time blindfolded by a leather hood, often with headphones blocking her hearing as well, playing loud music to keep her distracted and to keep her from sleeping.
She had been manacled, tied to a chair, tied to a cot, tied in stress positions and in humiliating display positions. She had been sleep-deprived and starved, deprived of water and finally given a bottle that had been spiked with something that made it taste unspeakable, though it didn’t seem to have been poisoned. She had been roughly handled while bound, splashed with cold water and left lying for hours on a gritty floor. She had been interrogated in the hood and also without it, with a bright light shining in her eyes. The interrogation seemed to have been intended to soften her up to co-operate — they clearly already knew a disturbing amount about her.
It had been the most miserable experience of her life, and they hadn’t even progressed to electric shocks or waterboarding yet.
Now, she was bound tightly to a chair yet again, arms and legs immobilized, sight and hearing blocked.
The torturer — “teacher”, Callie supposed they would call her — tapped Callie lightly on the cheek. She opened her mouth without resistance. Whatever it was they were going to insert into her mouth, it wouldn’t benefit her to have it shoved past lips that were bruised and bloody.
It was a ring gag, and a fairly large one. She noticed that during her time in the “remedial class”, she had become quite familiar with various forms of bondage gear. At least its steel ring was coated with something rubbery.
Something was being strapped to the back of her head. Was it a clamp of some sort, like the braces that had been used to hold people’s heads still during the early days of photography? She tried to turn her head and found that she had very limited range of motion.
The torturer was doing something in front of her — setting up some kind of machine? Something soft and resilient was pushed inside the ring gag. She could taste a bland water-based lubricant on it.
Callie heard a switch being thrown behind her, and then her head was being pushed forward, forcing her mouth to admit the object that was inside the gag. Her head moved forward several inches, far enough to make her afraid she would gag, and then was withdrawn. Not withdrawn enough, though, to let the object slip out of her mouth before her head was pushed forward again.
It wasn’t until the third or fourth stroke that she realized that her head was being forced forward and back by a piston, causing her head to bob in front of a dildo. She was being given a remedial lesson in cocksucking.