Yes

With the Angel bearing down on you, hellfire in her eyes, you raise the hose and slip your thumb over the end once more, cringing back as you grip it in both hands.

The torrent of water stymies her advance and forces her back a step as she raises her arms in an attempt to ward it off. The spray splashes wildly between you, but it's not enough to prevent her from pushing forward again, hands out to block it. A droplet hits your eye and causes you to falter, giving the Angel enough opportunity to grab the hose herself.

With an indignant growl she forces you to aim upward and away from her, showering you both as you're pushed against the shed's wall. You quickly find she's stronger than you as well as taller, and have difficulty maintaining control of the hose. You try to keep it off you, but as she presses against you, her sopping chest in your face, she manages to spray you enough to make you relinquish your hold in order to shield your eyes.

As you're left sputtering, back against the wall, the Angel grabs the neck of your dress and tears it down the front, shoving the hose down in until it's lodged in your panties, flooding them. She pins you there a moment more, water running down your legs as she reaches her free hand into your dress and around your back. You glimpse a sneering smirk through the water in your eyes as she threads the hose between your legs and up behind you.

Before you can get away she wrestles your arms behind your back where she can wind the hose around your wrists, fastening it surprisingly tight. With a satisfied huff, she shuts the water off and grabs the length of hose between your feet, yanking it up to drape over the back of your neck and pull you away from the wall.

"That was very naughty of you, Princess," she growls. Now that you're vision's not blurry you can see her glaring from above, mascara running down her dripping face. "But now you're mine." With that, she takes the hose from the wall and ties it around your waist as best she can, ignoring your protests. You try to struggle, but she just pulls it tighter between your legs, rubbing you in an arousingly awkward way.

"You're just gonna make it harder on yourself, Princess." She shoves you over to the fallen piñata, climbing up onto the stool beside you and grabbing the hook on the rope above. "Up you go," she says, hooking it to the hose before turning the crank on the pulley and hoisting you up.

The hose tightens again, drawing a gasp from you as you're lifted up above the big plastic pumpkin. Swinging there helplessly, you look down at the Angel, who grins at you despite her dripping hair, sopping dress and running makeup. You don't know what she has in store for you next, but that devilish smile means it can't be good...