To Jenny’s credit, she didn’t flinch, she continued to lap and tease at
Susan, who took the small remote and hit the yellow button, sending a
soft electrical shock into Jenny’s nipples as she probed between her
molars and flicked the tiny lever that lowered the prosthetics into
place.

“Ahhhhh.” Jenny moaned, pressing her mouth into Susan’s middle, and Susan leaned back, mouth open, fangs exposed.

She gripped Jenny’s hair and jerked her head back, making the younger
woman whimper with pain and excitement. Jenny’s eyes widened when she
saw the fangs. Heat flared in her dilating pupils. Susan stood and
pulled Jenny up with her. The height difference worked perfectly.

“***** me, Jenny,” she said huskily, “***** me while I feed.” Jenny
plunged her fingers into Susan’s hot wet channel, thrusting the way
she’d quickly learned that Susan liked. Susan lowered her head, finding
the pulse in Jenny’s throat with her lips, and bit down. Jenny moaned,
first in pain, then in ecstasy as the blood trickled out from the twin
punctures and Susan began to lick, lap, and swallow, savoring the
thrill of having someone’s life in her mouth, the hot brassy metallic
taste of blood and power. Jenny’s pulse raced and she felt an *****
build and explode as her mistress fed. Susan laughed as she enjoyed her
new submissive. This was one she wouldn’t share with Jo Wheaton.

~*~*~*~*~*

Jo walked down into the LNF. She was ravenous, her whole body ached for
a spike and she was intent on getting one. She walked around the club,
taking in Tina’s improvements, seeing that she was a rather vivid
imagination. No one caught her eye, save for a small blonde with green
eyes, but Jo turned away from her. Her memories of Amy still too cold
and crisp, vivid and sharp, to be playing with such a look a like, her
heart turned cold.

“How may I serve You this evening?” A submissive at her feet asked. Jo
blinked, not having recognized Shane immediately. She smiled when she
did, the ***** woman alluring when she was on her knees.

“Nothing for me tonight Shane, you may stand.” Shane nodded, tossing a
look to Tina, who was at a table, looking over some books for fabrics.

“Your Mistress has no need of you this evening?” Jo asked in a formal
voice, and Shane shook her head no. She liked the timbre of Jo’s voice,
a soft accent that seemed to lull you into a place of reckless safety.