Kaitlyn woke up lying on her back, the sun shining on her pretty face. She was normally a side sleeper, but she'd stayed on her back last night, because, well. Everything hurt, from her baby blue painted toes to the top of her head. And, her boobs hurt worst of all. She didn't need to look down to see if there were bruises this time. Nothing that had happened last night was a dream. It was al real.
She turned her head slightly to look at the clock on the bedside table. Just after noon. And, she felt like she hadn't slept at all. Next to the clock was a half full glass of water and a bottle of Advil. She wanted to take some more of that, but thought better of it. Nothing in her stomach right now. The only thing she'd had to eat in the last 24 hours those few bites of salad she'd eaten at lunch yesterday. And, the thought of getting up and going down to the kitchen to make something...well. She'd need to rest a bit more before she could do that. So, she stared up at the ceiling fan, then closed her eyes against the sunlight...and was transported back to the previous night.
They'd been battling for nearly 20 minutes when the blonde's confidence began to waver...just a little. There was still no sign of Absynthe fading. She'd dished out a ton of punishment to the brunette's rack and the High Priestess had used gobs of energy attacking Kait's, but she was still going every bit as strongly as she had been when they started. Kaitlyn was, too. But, for how much longer?
The blonde was hurting now, her arms getting sore from the constant squeezing of her rival, her legs getting sore from the clenching and thrusting, her belly sore from pumping against Absynthe's, and, of course, her magnificent breasts sore from both the blows they'd given to her rival and those they'd taken. Intellectually, Kaitlyn knew the High Priestess had to be hurting, too. But, if that was the case, she was absolutely not letting on. She just kept coming.
How much longer? She couldn't be the only one thinking that. The eleven women outside the Circle had to be wondering. And, so did Absynthe. After all, she'd never been tested like this before. She had to be wondering. Her confidence had to be a bit shaken, didn't it? Or, was it not shaken at all? Was she actually still as strong as she seemed, nowhere near defeat?
Kait put that thought out of her head. The bitch was tough, but she wasn't superhuman. She was feeling Kaitlyn's attacks. Her energy stores were not bottomless. Her boobs were not better. Kait was going to get her. She just had to dig deep. Something would give. It had to. And, after two dozen minutes of combat, something did.
It had grown very quiet in the meadow. It was too late in the year for insects and the women outside the circle were so raptly attentive to the action inside it that they weren't moving. In fact, they were barely breathing. The only sounds that could be heard were the crackles of the fire and the soft exhales of exertion from the two combatants. It was so quiet and the eleven cloaked women so laser focused on the combat before them that, when a scream erupted through the night shattering that calm, a few of the women actually jumped.
They could be forgiven for that, for it had all happened so suddenly. It was unlike any of the previous fights they'd seen, battles where the winner had, either rapidly or gradually, taken control of the proceedings while her fading opponent struggled desperately to rally. The moment the doomed woman had broken had almost seemed like denouement then, as the affair had already been decided. But, not tonight. One moment, blonde and brunette were battling on even terms and the next?
The next, Absynthe had risen to her blood red toes and screamed "OH!" as her breasts had failed before Kaitlyn's superior pair. The eleven outside the circle said nothing, but glances were exchanged. And, Amanda, gave just the least perceptible nod of celebration. The crazy bitch! She'd actually done it! But, she hadn't quite done it yet.
Inside the circle Kaitlyn, in a voice just above a whisper, gasped "Give up, Absynthe! I've got you!" The brunette fairly hissed back, "You'll pay, you little bitch...you don't have enough left to finish!" Kait responded by squeezing and thrusting her breasts forward and Absynthe went even higher on her toes with a scream of "OH!"
The High Priestess may have been convinced it wasn't yet over, but, outside the circle, all eleven women were sure it was and a cocktail of emotions was pouring through them. All eleven, even Amanda, were various levels of surprised, while some were crushed, others concerned, a few secretly happy, and Amanda herself joyful. Inside the circle, things were different.
The High Priestess, hurt and in trouble though she was, still believed she'd be victorious. She knew her rival was reaching the end of her energy stores, and she was confident that, when Kaitlyn began to fade, she could rally and defeat her. And, the blonde herself, made aware of the brunette's thoughts by her words, knew she was right. Kait still had something left, but it wasn't a lot. Would it be enough?
"You're going to pay dearly, you little slut," the High Priestess growled. "You have no idea the tortures I have in store for yoooooooooh!" The brunette screamed as Kait squeezed and thrust powerfully, then lifted her off her feet, using up even more energy. Absynthe began to kick her red-painted feet. More glances were exchanged outside the circle. The High Priestess was finished, wasn't she?
"Psychology!" The word echoed so strongly inside the blonde's head that, for an instant, she thought someone outside the circle had shouted it. But, it had come from her own brain, of course. Psychology. It was the last weapon the brunette had left, all the others having failed her. Her strength had failed her. Her stamina had failed her. Her breasts had failed her. So, it was psychology she was using now to manipulate Kaitlyn, to get her to burn through the last of her energies and leave herself at the brunette's mercy. Well, it wasn't going to happen.
Kait grounded herself. She began thinking about her bare feet, cold against the grass, centering on those, and she slowly lowered Absynthe back to her feet. The High Priestess chortled, seeing this as another sign of Kaitlyn's weakness. "You're finished, you little cxnt! You're going to beg at my feet and beg even more in that basement!" "No, I'm not," Kait said icily. "You'll be the one doing the begging, Jennifer." Absynthe's body actually stiffened at the use of her legal name, the one she used in the coven prior to her ascension. "You don't like that name, bitch?" Kait spat. "Well, you'd better get used to it." She then squeezed and thrust again, bringing the High Priestess to those red-painted toes and wrenching an "OHHHH!" from her throat.
Absythne stiffened as Kait's breasts further compacted her own, and then she relaxed, and all the resistance seemed to leave her body. She slumped in Kaitlyn's arms, her head dropping to the blonde's shoulders, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. The High Priestess was beaten, and she knew it. "You fucking bitch," she spat. "I hate you!"
Kait responded icily once again. "Give up, Jennifer, and I'll go easy on you. You can just get dressed and walk out of here. Or, I can finish crushing your tits flat and lead you by the hair into the basement. The choice is yours." And, while she knew what choice the physically and psychologically broken High Priestess would make, Kait couldn't resist one final squeeze. "OHHHHHHHHH!" Absynthe screamed and her body stiffened and shook.
The brunette slowly relaxed and her head dropped back to Kaitlyn's shoulder. She cried softly for a few seconds, actually shaking her head, still unable to completely believe what had happened to her. "Last chance, Jennifer," Kait said, her voice as cold as the night. "Oh, you fucking bitch, I give! I give!" the now former High Priestess said with a sob. The blonde immediately released her, and the brunette stumbled to all fours.
Kait opened her eyes and looked back up at the ceiling fan, a beautiful smile crossing her face despite all the pain and the exhaustion. She'd gotten to sleep very late. They'd concluded the ceremony quickly. Absynthe had been expelled and had left the group forever, muttering curses on her way out the door, her spirit, at least, still not broken. But, Kaitlyn had been too keyed up to sleep, and even a nice hot shower hadn't helped. It was getting light outside before she'd drifted off. So, maybe another hour or two in bed if she could manage it. Then, she'd get up and call Amanda and begin the coven's new era. High Priestess Kaitlyn. It had a ring to it.
