Kaitlyn was so cold. That was the dominant feeling in her naked body, despite all the others. Her ankles hurt where they were shackled to the block wall of the basement. Her pretty, baby blue painted toes were full of pins and needles due to lack of circulation. Her legs were spread apart and they ached, especially her shapely thighs. Her arms were pinned, straight out from her torso, by shackles at the wrists. They throbbed, the wrists hurt, and she was unconsciously flexing her pretty baby blue painted fingers, which were also filled with pins and needles. And her lovely, freckled breasts absolutely pounded with agony. Tears flowed down her cheeks and, when she dropped her head, dripped onto her breasts, her pride and joy, bruised and beaten, just like Kaitlyn herself.
Morning. She would be here until morning came, and she had no idea how far away morning was. This was a basement. There was no natural light and no way to tell how much time had passed since...Since. Since her defeat and humiliation at the hands of Absynthe.
She'd been a fool, she knew that now, to think she could defeat the High Priestess. A fool to believe she even had a chance. The breasts she was so proud of, the ones her tears were now falling on, had been no match for Absynthe's. They hadn't been close. Kait hadn't just been beaten, she'd been completely overwhelmed. In pain from the first moments, crying in the brunette's arms and cupping her boobs in her hands in just a few minutes and, finally, blubbering a humiliating submission. They'd laughed at her as she'd lain on the cold ground at Absythne's feet. Even Amanda had joined in. And the laughter had continued after.
It had continued as the High Priestess had pulled her to her feet by her wavy blonde hair, and, gripping her mane with one hand, dragged her across the meadow and into the back door of the mansion. She'd been pulled, whimpering, down the steps to the basement, and they were still laughing as she was forced to strip naked in front of everyone and allow the High Priestess to shackle her to the cold block wall. She could still hear the titters of that laughter as they all mounted the steps, leaving her alone, aching, beaten, humiliated...and above all, so cold.
And that had been how long ago now? No way of knowing. The fight had started at midnight. Kait didn't know how long it had lasted, but it wasn't long. She'd been outclassed completely. Fifteen minutes? Maybe less? And how long for the rest of it? Another quarter of an hour? By 12:30 they'd have all been gone up the stairs...to return in the morning...8am if Absynthe planned to let her hang as long as she had Lori. How long until 8am? She needed 8am to get here, needed all of this to end. The pain and the cold. All of it. She was imagining what she would do when they released her. She'd go home and take a long, hot shower, warm herself up and wash off the literal and figurative dirt. Then, she'd crawl into bed under those nice, warm blankets. And, she'd sleep. Yesterday had been Friday. It was Saturday now. Maybe she'd stay in bed all weekend, rest and forget. And, Monday? She'd start fresh. She could do that. She knew she could do that. She had to do that. But, first, she had to get to 8am. How much longer? How much longer?
She dreaded the coming of 8am. Because, while it would end the pain she was suffering now, there would be more pain before the shower and bed. She'd seen this, after all. She knew what was coming when the other 12 members returned for her. Absynthe would lead them in and do some gloating. She might even punish Kait a bit more by slapping her aching boobs around a few times like she'd done to Lori. But, that wouldn't be the worst of it. Absynthe would be the one to release her and the bitch knew well that Kait's arms and legs would be almost useless when she did so. She'd allow the beaten blonde to collapse to the floor, as Kait would be unable to walk, she'd force her to crawl, grabbing her by the hair again if she didn't move quickly enough.
Crawl. Kaitlyn would crawl like Lori had, struggling across the basement floor and up the steps to the main floor. Down the hallway to the meeting chamber and out into the foyer she'd go on hands and knees, with Absynthe in front and the others trailing behind, taunting, laughing, mocking, humiliating. Her clothes would be in the foyer, all but the cowled robes that would have already been burned in the fire pit next to the Circle of Combat. They'd watch as she struggled to dress. Then, when she was finally clothed, Absynthe would read the expulsion scroll, open the door, and shove her out into the cold. Only after all of that could Kait get that shower and go to bed.
She dreaded the coming of 8am and longed for it at the same time, longed for it because of the hurt and the cold and, now, to make things even worse, the fly buzzing around her left ear. With her hands bound, she could do nothing but shake her head to try to get it to move along, but it just kept buzzing...Kait looked up then, blinking rapidly at the ceiling fan as it was slowly turning above her. She turned her head left and saw sunlight as it bathed her lovely face. It was morning. They'd be coming soon. And, still that buzzing. She looked around for the fly, couldn't see it. She saw the clock. 8am. They'd...Clock? Sunlight? Ceiling fan? The buzzing wasn't a fly. It was her Apple watch. Kait was in her own bed, freezing, having kicked off all the covers during a night of restlessness.
The dreams had been so real, all of them. And, there had been several...all the same. Absynthe beating and humiliating her. Kaitlyn's proud breasts overwhelmed by a superior pair. Kait freezing and shackled to the stone wall. So real that she actually looked down at her bare boobs, just to make sure there were no bruises. No. Only a dream. Or, dreams, spurred of course by her momentous decision of the night before. Dreams. But these would absolutely not be coming true. Kaitlyn was going to beat the bitch. She was sure of it. All she had to do now was convince her subconscious.
