The water had run out of the bucket during the night, but it had dripped on Magda's face long enough it had slowly etched a crack in her mind, prying her sanity apart even more than before. The tortures had broken Magda the previous day, and Claire knew that the water torture would go even further in crumbling what little resistance was left in her prisoner's will.
Looking at Magda's naked form stretched out and tied on the floor, Claire felt a surge of pity that quickly turned to lust. She desired Magda, she had desired her from the moment the spy had been given over to her custody. She had obtained most of the information she had been tasked to extract, and while some added information might be squeezed from the young girl's brain Claire's attentions were refocusing on breaking and then reforming Magda's will to her own corrupt and depraved purposes. It had been a long time since Claire had possessed such a fine female which could be bent and torn to her own purposes of debauchery.
"Well, my dear. How did you sleep last night? I see you finished the water. Are you hungry? I brought you some bread and fruit. A real treat, I might add, prisoners here don't usually see fresh fruit. It is a gift, from me to you." Claire produced the food and held it where the prisoner could see and smell it. Magda only gurgled slightly and looked at Claire with a wide-eyed, crazed look.
Claire undid Magda's restraints and pulled her up to a standing position. Magda's eyes were confused and she stood disoriented. The water torture had left her dazed and unable to think properly, unable to process her surroundings. She no longer understood that she was naked, and was losing much of her sense of self.
Claire took Magda over to a strange device that now stood to the side of the room. It was a metal frame made of heavy piping, and in the center was a box. Just a square wooden box. It opened with latches which Claire undid. She placed the plate of food. "Go ahead, and eat. This food is good for you. It will make you feel better."
Magda put her head into the box and began eating with her mouth. When she did so, Claire closed the box, trapping Magda's head inside. At first, Magda screamed and her bound body writhed, trying to get out of the box. The round opening in the box where her neck entered scraped the flesh of her neck and shoulders, and held her head fast inside. It was dark, and Magda was unable to move in the dark. Her head and shoulders were bent over, her naked breasts hanging down as she struggled.
Finally she stopped and rested. She would not get free of this new torture. Life was endurance. It was not even a choice to endure, for she could not kill herself. She simply was a plaything, being tortured by another, slowly losing her mind and sense of human dignity. Magda began eating the food that remained inside the box with her head, rooting around to find bits of it with her nose and lips. In the few days that she had been in the cell, she had been reduced to an almost animal state. She no longer cared that she was naked, or where she urinated or defecated. She ate her food as if someone might steal it at any moment. Her hair was ratty, her soft flesh covered with scrapes and bruises from her various ordeals.
Magda heard the door close with a heavy metal clang, and she knew she was locked there, standing bent over and trapped with her head in the box. How long, she didn't know. She drooled, and urine trickled down her leg without her awareness. The blackness and silence caused hallucinations and Magda began having a conversation with Claire, imagining the woman was standing before her, naked and gentle, caressing her hair and naked flesh.
When Claire finally returned, about four hours later, Magda was hanging from the box, no longer able to stand. Claire unclasped the box and removed Magda's head, slapping her to get her attention, forcing her to focus and think.
"Magda. Listen to me. You have been cooperative, but I need more information. About the network. I have been kind to you, and if you give me this little bit of information, I can get you out of this cell for a while. Can you hear me?" Claire grabbed Magda's huddled form and shook it, drawing the crazed woman's attention back to her.
"Yes. Yes... I know. The network. It's outside. It belongs to Sergei..." Magda began a rambling tale, speaking her thoughts and memories out loud. As she did, she rocked back and forth and her hand slipped between her legs. She began masturbating without realizing what she was doing. Claire observed this, and knew she was ready for the next step. The last torture had broken Magda's will, and it was now time to begin reforming her perceptions and personality into something new and debased.
Claire spoke to Magda kindly as she began strapping the girl's arms behind her back. "Because you have given us what is needed, and have been cooperative, I am going to help you. You see, Magda, I like you. You have potential, and as long as you help me, I will help you."
The straps pulled Magda's elbows together tightly, forcing her breasts out as if she were proud to display them. A heavy collar was added with a chain attached that could be used as a leash.
"I apologize for the uncomfortable restraints, but I do need to conform to the prison rules. All prisoners must be restrained when being moved through a public location. You do want to go outside, don't you? You would like that, wouldn't you Magda?" Claire stroked the spy's face with her palm for a moment, and observed Magda's confused look slowly clear to understanding and desire.
"Outside? Outside... this room?" Magda was remembering the world.
Tightening the straps to make sure they were both inescapable and uncomfortable, Claire took the leash, opened the door, and guided Magda out into the dimly lighted hall. Locked metal doors lined the walls of the hallway. As they passed one of them, Magda heard a low cry of a woman followed by a scream echo from behind one of the closed doors. She hung her head and shivered a moment, remembering some of her own trials just a few hours before.
They climbed concrete stairs, reached a lighted hall and turned to a door. A guard behind bullet proof glass checked Claire's paperwork and eyed the naked form of Magda shuddering behind her. It was clear he appreciated what he saw. He buzzed the door open and Claire pulled Magda's chain, leading her outside into bright sunlight that made her cry and squint her eyes shut.
The noise of the street outside was a shock to Magda. There were cars zooming by, people talking, the sound of a jackhammer and other construction close by. She had been locked deep inside the cells of the detention center and had begun to lose all her sense of reality; the dark quiet of her cell had isolated her. Shrinking back against the concrete wall of the building, she tugged at the collar, afraid to move any further.
Claire tugged at her chain. "Don't disappoint me, Magda. I am trying to give you something nice. Follow along."
Magda forced herself to step forward into the alien city, the blinding light, the noise and fear that existed outside the prison. She walked on the hot pavement, her bare feet burning. She barely felt her nakedness, though she became increasingly aware of how strangers stopped to stare at her in the street. Hanging her head, covering her face with her hair, she simply followed the pull of the leash.
"I need to get some cigarettes here. Please wait for me outside." Claire had stopped in front of a small store front. She circled the leash to a lamp post and fastened it with a small padlock. Magda shuddered with fear as Claire left her standing naked in public, tied to the post like a dog. She squatted as she waited. Several people gathered around her and watched her, speaking in a foreign language. Magda tried to cover her nakedness, but it was useless. She was debased, degraded, her will broken.
After a few minutes Claire returned. She took Magda's arm and raised her to a standing position. She spoke to the few people that had gathered to look in a friendly voice, and motioned toward the naked girl. One of the men stepped forward and reached out hesitantly to touch Magda's naked breast. She shrunk back, but he reached forward and took hold of her soft flesh, fondling it. Claire spoke more, urging him and others on.
Men gathered around and more began to touch Magda. Her arms were still bound tightly behind her and she was unable to cover herself. Exposed and vulnerable, men and even some women had come over and were touching her perfect naked body, playing with her nipples, breasts, stomach, thighs, and between her legs.
Claire turned to Magda and ordered, "Spread your legs. Let them touch you anywhere they like."
Magda did was she was ordered, tears forming and rolling down her cheeks. Rough hands reached between her spread legs and delved inside her slit, pushing deeper inside her exposed sex. Someone she couldn't see spread her buttocks and began to probe her anus.
"Lean over. Bend, and keep your legs spread!" Claire spoke sharply. Magda did as she was told. Her breasts hung down, pointing at the concrete walkway as did her hair. Her genitals and anus were exposed. Passers by began to stop, fondle and penetrate her and then move aside for others. Magda's body was violated over and over again. She felt more than fingers entering her. Hard cocks forced their way inside, and she was bounced and held and gripped as she was used by strangers in the street.
Finally, Claire leaned over to Magda and asked in a soft voice "Magda, dear. Would you like to come home with me, away from these crowds? Would you like to be safe in my house?"
Magda looked up to Claire and immediately nodded. She wanted to get out of the prying eyes and hands of the public, away from the humiliation she felt and the pain she had been experiencing.
"Are you sure? You can be returned to the prison, to your cell." Magda shook her head violently. She hardly remembered anything before her imprisonment, and wanted anything rather than going back. Falling down in front of Claire, she knelt and bowed her head, begging Claire to take her and be kind to her. She offered herself, willingly, to do anything Claire might wish.
Claire spoke sharply to the crowd. They immediately dispersed, and with a quick click, the leash was unlocked. Magda was led away, naked and exposed in public, but on her way to a new home to meet a fate that should could never have imagined just two weeks before. She was to be Claire's personal plaything. Somehow she accepted this as her new role, even embraced it. Nothing would make her happier than making Claire happy, pleasing her new mistress.