Chapter 11 : Late Morning
Anton hummed quietly to himself as he watched the little mountain of ice cubes begin to crumble apart from the bottom upwards. As the waterline in the large ice chest slowly rose higher and higher, more and more of the ice cubes began to tumble downwards and disappear beneath the surface of the water.
A sudden, frustrated groan drew his attention over to the picnic table and to the angry little shinoccubus who was currently trying to wiggle herself free from her bounds.
Chuckling around a soft grin, Anton shook his head before going back to watching the rising waterline.
The stream of water from the garden hose began to slow as he eased up his grip on the trigger-like plunger that was attached to the gun-like nozzle at the end of the hose. And once the last of the ice cubes had sunk down into the now heavily chilled water, he fully released the trigger and completely shut off the flow. After laying the hose across the top of the ice chest, he turned back to the table and gave his bound charges another quick look over.
The long picnic table had been taken out from under the small grove of trees and was now sitting in the middle of the yard so it could be set up in the full sun. Several yard stones had then been collected from around the flowerbed next to the house, and these had been placed under the legs of one end of the table. This raised that side high enough so that the whole table now had a slope of around fifteen degrees.
A somberly quiet dark elf had been strapped down to each of the picnic tables bench seats while the still struggling shinoccubus had been tied spread eagle across the table top itself. All three were laid out on their backs and with their heads down at the low end of the sloped table.
Folded washcloths had been shoved into each of their mouths to act as gags. And these were held in place by cloth bandannas that were wrapped tightly around their heads before being tied off at the base of their skulls. Dark blue-colored pillowcases had also been fitted over their heads before being loosely tied around their necks.
Sitting ominously just off from the side of the table were two large ice chests. Originally these had both been filled with ice cubes. But now the one closest to the table had been reduced to a near freezing icy water while the other was still overflowing with the solid cubes. On the opposite side from the ice chests, and set up in such a way that it had a clear view of the table and all three of its bound charges, was one of the cushioned patio chairs.
Anton sniffed and blinked in the bright sunlight as he took his phone from his pocket, tapped on the correct contact and then held the phone to his ear. As he waited for the line to click over and start ringing, he used a plastic pitcher to absently pour a stream of icy water over Mica's prone body. He leaned back a bit as she immediately started to frantically thrash about and throw tiny water droplets into the air.
Screaming through her gag, Mica curled her fingers into claw-like shapes as the cascade of freezing water soaked into the scarf that was wrapped around her bust and sent a stinging chill straight through her breasts and deep into her chest.
As an Infernal, Mica's fiendish biology allowed her to withstand temperatures of well over several hundred degrees, and as such she could live comfortably in most traditional hellscapes. The trade off for this however, was that her body had almost no natural tolerance for the cold, and she could barely even withstand temperatures as low as fifty degrees Fahrenheit before she would start to suffer numbing pains from being chilled. This, unfortunately for her, meant that although being dosed with the nearly freezing water was ultimately harmless, it was not only incredibly uncomfortable, but was in all actuality an excruciatingly painful experience that was attuned to being electrocuted.
Anton was of course fully aware that this would be the case. And in anticipation of her inevitable struggles, he had shown no mercy with the bindings he had used to strap the shinoccubus to the table. So now, save for her fingers, feet and head, Mica had been rendered all but immobilized.
Dozens and dozens of short leather belts had been gathered from the dark elves collection of bondage gear and brought up from the dungeon. As each belt was outfitted with roller buckles and had punched holes down their entire lengths, they could all be tightened down to a shockingly small size.
With numerous little belts now wrapped tightly up and down the lengths of each of her extremities, Mica's arms and legs had been all but molded to the wooden slots that made up the picnic table's top. In order to keep her torso in place, ratcheting straps with nylon belts were wrapped both above and below her large breasts as well as around her waist and hips.
Fiona and Kianna had both been similarly bound to the benches they were laying on. And although their bindings were no where near as stringent as Mica's were, they were still far from comfortable. Especially now, as Mica's furious screams began to echo in their ears.
"Well hello, Issac." stated Anton as the phone was finally answered on the other end "Appreciate you actually answering, for once..."
Anton's annoyance showed clearly across his face as he scooped another pitcher full of water out of the ice chest.
"Yes, the attitude is warranted. Since once again... I'm forced to deal with you..." mumbled Anton as he slowly poured the water out in a line down the middle of Kianna's body "Now don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the call you gave me this morning. But I would have appreciated it even more if you had stayed there and actually helped me find my item!...Yes. I was able to get my property back. That's not the point though. I had no idea where to go, or who I needed to speak to. So a little guidance would have been nice. Instead I was left to stumble around and frantically ask random people, who knew even less than I did, about where I needed to go!...What, what do you mean you saw!?"
"Meh!" gasped Kianna as her entire being went rigid and she pulled upwards against the straps that held her in place "Humph! Hm! Meh! Hm! Meh!"
