Hercules and the Modern Girl

Visit from Zeus - Part 3

Visit From Zeus - Part 3

This was the most embarrassing time of Nattie's life. Here she was, tied up to her bed like a submissive, sleeping in her pee. She couldn't hold it through the night. She didn't have her mom's bladder that endured the occasional night shifts. It must've taken some practice and endurance. Sometime today, the imps couldn't hold her captive long. Hades could be wondering, and Hercules could be looking. Today was school, after all. Charon might sound the alarm if she doesn't show up for her ride in time. Hades could fry the imps and find Nattie sleeping in her puddle. The thought made Nattie's cheeks flush and her head shake.

What could be worse than this?

Suddenly, she felt the cold splashing sensation on her and bolted wide open with a gasp.

"What the-"

"Get up!" Pain interrupted Nattie's colorful vocabulary, holding the water bucket with the help of his friend.

"Yeah!" Panic commanded, yanking the gag from Nattie's mouth. His nostrils expanded, immediately pinched shut by the smell of piss. "Whoa! You just-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Nattie screamed. "Hades! Help! Come here!" The imps quickly jumped onto Nattie's face, slapping their narrow arms across her mouth. She continued to shake her head and muffled her screams.

"Be quiet!" Pain demanded. "The boss is asleep! He'll fry all of us and won't care if you're tied up!"

Panic shushed his friend, reminding him to be quiet. "Listen, Nattie, we're sorry we did this to you, but now we have a code red situation."

"Uh..." Pain scratched his horn in confusion, "I thought code red was for invaders?"

"No, that's code orange. Code blue is for a living body or escaping soul. Code green-"

Nattie muffled her cries in dismay.

"Thank you, Nattie. Code green is for screaming banshee."

"Wait, I thought code green is for escaped souls, and code blue is for sirens."

"Sirens?" Panic scoffed, "No, we know all their cries don't affect us. We're immortal."

"But a banshee? Don't they usually live in Ireland? I don't remember one coming here."

"Don't you remember, Pain? One died in Greece during a keening convention. Hades sent her to the Grove of Despair, far-far away from us."

Pain paused, trying to recall the screams that nearly burst his eardrums. Nattie continued to muffle cries for air, oblivious to the imps who were too busy with this debate.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell," Pain declared.

Panic facepalmed.

"So code red is for escape dog?"

Before Panic could answer, Nattie yanked her restraints. Her perspiring sweat helped her slip out of the ropes and grab the imps by the horns. The two cowered at Nattie's red fury, almost identical to Hades.

"Uh-oh," Pain uttered.

"Boys, I'll give you a code red: Woman Scorn!" Nattie threw them across the room, undoing the ties around her ankles. She could finally move but kept her sticky legs spread due to the cold wetness on her clothes. "Oh! You just wait until Hades hears about this! He will fry you to nothing while I'll be the one watching and eating grapes!"

"And you wait till the boss hears about you letting the dog out!" Pain retorted.

"What?!" Nattie exclaimed.