With ice water. You were going to make her do what she refused to do.

As soon as Susan was tied down, you called for one of your servants, ordering them to bring you forth a large amount of ice water. That was difficult, but the castle magician managed to conjure enough of it before too long, and it was delivered to you in a large bucket. The water was freezing to the touch, and you had several pitchers brought as well, regretting the fact that you had broken those already on the table.

Once everything was ready, you loomed over the table, a pitcher in your hand. The Lord of the Black Cloaks stepped back, so to enjoy the show.

"Now." You said."Susan. You are going to apologise for refusing to service my good friend here. Then, you are going to do exactly what you should have before."

"Screw you." She snarled. "You may have me in chains, but you're not going to break me so easily."

"Really?" You asked, turning the pitcher slightly so that a drop of freezing water fell on her naked belly. She hissed suddenly, gasping at the suddenness of it.

"Cold, right?" You said. "I have a whole bucket of the stuff, and more on the way. Now do what you're told."

"N-never."

"Very well then."

You poured the ice water. Susan's eyes widened as it struck her skin and she loosed a shriek of surprise. The water was very cold, and you could see goosebumps rising almost at once. She shuddered, and then shivered, totally naked as the water droplets ran across her belly and abdomen. She gasped, as spears of ice dug into her body. Her eyes widened at the shock.

"Still not going to?"

"F-fuck you." her stuttering was more due to cold than anything else. You shrugged, and poured another pitcher across her naked body. Her toes curled, her fingers balled. You saw how her muscles tensed up, but it was all to little. Tied up, splayed naked, she had no defence at all from the torment.

Susan gagged as you poured yet another pitcher of water over her, this time, catching her in the face. The shock of it washed over her, if you would pardon the pun, as the icy water spread across her features. She snorted, and gasped for air, her hair becoming a tangled mess. She was shivering now, pulling at the ropes which held her in place.

You poured another blast of water upon her, and she recoiled, pressing herself back into the table. Before long, she was shivering violently, her skin had turned pale. She was breathing rapidly as her bodies lost heat. But you were not done yet. You continued to pour more and more water on her, ignoring how you were ruining the carpet. You paid particular attention to her breasts, each one receiving several pitchers which made her splutter, and whine and howl as the cold bite into her flesh. Before long, she was trying to flinch away from you each time you approached, her skin was absolutely soaked. Her face had gone pale white, as all the blood retreated from her outer skin. She looked bedraggled, like she had nearly drowned.

"You can make it stop, you know." You told her. "All you need to do is say sorry, and promise to do your job. Show us how sorry you really are."

"N-n-never." She managed to gasp out. "I-I won't break to the likes of y-you."

"Well, you had your chance."

"What do you mean?" She realised what you were planning to do as you reached down towards her naked body, with one hand stroking he folds of her womanhood as the other gathered yet more water. "No, don't!"

"Too late."

With your single hand, you spread her labia, exposing her core to the world just as you poured the ice water directly into her pussy. Susan howled as the sudden cold tore into her, throwing her head back as she tried to resist. But there was no resistance to this, and after a moment, her body seemed to slump. She lay gasping as the water began to ooze out of her lower self. A look of utter defeat.