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Nicole's heart was racing, seemingly in sync with the driving beat from the club upstairs.  "Are you ready, my pet?", whispered Shawndelle.  Nicole was relieved when Shawndelle moved her aching arms down behind her back & behind the post.  She was ready for anything.

Nicole felt Shawndelle's fingers on her neck as the collar was removed. Her head was coaxed away from her mistress. 

Nicole shivered when she felt Shawndelle's raspy tongue on her neck.  She barely noticed when her skin there went numb.  She was hardly aware of the neck kisses that follow.

At first, Nicole barely noticed the feel of warm fluid rolling down her chest. 

Nicole was helpless when Shawndelle bit down hard.  The pressure of the teeth on her neck was relentless.  The pain, though sharp, seemed distant.  Much of her heart blood was swallowed, but much also escaped to puddle at their feet on the floor. 

Shawndelle was lost in her blood lust, ripping the flesh of Nicole's neck and ignoring her victim's weakening struggles.  Nicole was too depleted to protest, and the restraints on her wrist prevented her escape. 

Nicole was forced to taste the metallic saltiness of her own life fluid,.  With her head spinning & her knees gone weak, Nicole hungrily lapped up her own blood. 

Nicole's neck was bit hard one last time, and after three quick pulses, her blood flow begins to slow.  Blood was everywhere, and Nicole viewed the carnage as if it was happening to someone else.  With hazy vision, she wondered how so much blood could come from a single person.  After sharing another taste, she felt her mistress lap the coagulating fluid off her skin.

Nicole's life started to drift away.  She was unaware of the loss of that part of her that cared about day-to-day activities, like when she'd do her laundry or what she needed to do at work.  Her vision grew hazy at the edges, and color drained from her sight as her blood drained from her body.  Her last thoughts were of her mistake in judgment.  Soon, her sight went black as she slumped to the floor.  Her last sensation was the feel of Shawndelle's tongue on her skin as Shawndelle's skin start to grow warm.  

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