I don't know what isn't real. But it's easy to beat me.

"I have a present for you, little one."
I turn towards the sound of Tommy's voice, but I'm halted by his firm grip on my shoulders. His hands move and come into my view, holding a strip of silky fabric between them. He draws the fabric over my eyes, tying the ends behind my head and blocking off my sight. My lips part to question him, but before I can speak, his hand lands on my buttocks in a sharp smack. I close my mouth with a quiet whimper.
"No defiance tonight, little one. Not when I've been kind enough to grant you a gift."
I press my lips together, and move forward with his prompting. Wherever he's leading me to is painfully quiet. I breathe in through my nose, picking up the odor of his cologne and a familiar scent that causes my stomach to drop.

I close my eyes under the blindfold, even as I feel Tommy's fingers loosen the knot and draw the fabric away from my face. A voice calls my name from somewhere in front of me, and I pry my eyelids apart to settle my gaze on Alex. He's reclining on the bed, covers pulled to his waist, chest bare. Tommy strokes my hair from behind me, preening me like a dog. I know my expression portrays fear. Terror, even, at the proximity of both of my lovers. I flinch as Tommy's hand clamps on the crook of my shoulder, his lips close to my ear. "I want you to show him what I've taught you. Show the boy what you've learned from our lessons."
I look to Alex, bewildered by the calm, natural smile on his face. My body yearns to go to him, to protect him, to hide myself in his arms. His voice is low and soothing as he meets my eyes and says, "It's ok, Madelyn. I love you, I trust you. I want you to share this with me."

Alex's words only bring the slightest sense of comfort, lessened when Tommy's voice comes from behind me, his tone commanding. "Strip." I drop my gaze to the floor, shoulders sagging. Something sharp presses into my back, not quite hard enough to draw blood. In a venomous whisper, Tommy once more speaks in my ear. "Do as I say, or I will tear the boy to shreds while you watch." His hands shove me forward, roughly. Still unable to bring my gaze from my feet, I lift the hem of my shirt, drawing it over my torso and breasts, pulling it over my head and tossing the garment onto the floor. I swipe my mussed hair from my face, and follow suit with removing my shorts. Before my hesitation even fully manifests, Tommy's words reach my ears. "All of it, little one." My underwear joins the shorts, and I'm almost proud at the minimal trembling in my hands as I unclasp and remove my bra. I risk a glance at the man behind me and the one before me, knowing a normal woman would bask in such attention. Instead, I avert my gaze, shamed by my nudity. In my peripheral vision, I see Alex beckon me forward.

From behind me, Tommy commands, "Go to him. Show him the fruits of our labor."
From ahead of me, Alex implores, "Please?"
I approach the bed, my gaze traveling upwards at the tented fabric covering Alex's waist. Gripping the bottom of the blanket, I pull it towards me, exposing his naked flesh as I ball the blanket up and shove it to the side. Staring into his eyes, I climb onto the bed at his feet and crawl over his body, my bare skin grazing his in a way that makes me shiver. I settle myself onto his hips, smiling tentatively as his warms hands grasp my waist. The heat of his body warms mine, and I find myself moving against him, surprised at the dim pleasure I feel.  Bending down to kiss him, I whisper, "I love you, Alex."
His hands grasp tighter, as he adjusts himself under me. I feel his erection press against me, and his strained hesitation as he bites lightly at my lower lip. "I want you, Madelyn. Can...can I have you?" There is true and honest desire as I speak his name, taking one of his hands off my waist and kissing each finger tip. He enters me, and I moan slightly, my body leaning over as I rock my hips against his. Alex's hand moves to the back of my head, his fingers curling in my hair as his kisses trail from my lips, to my jaw, to the tender skin at the curve of my neck. I shiver, closing my eyes, feeling every touch throughout my body.
This must be what Tommy was trying to teach me...

As if summoned by my thoughts, the smell of Tommy's cologne grows stronger. My eyes open, as the bed creaks with the added weight of another body. I whimper slightly, and Alex strokes his hand against my face, his expression concerned. "Did I hurt you?"
I stutter a indiscernible reply, as Tommy chuckles from behind me. The priest's warm body draws close to mine, his skin now bare. His hands come around my chest, gripping tightly, painfully at my breasts. Alex's hips still move against mine, as I feel Tommy's erection pressed close between my buttocks. "Will you let us both fuck you, little one? Will you indulge in both your lovers and allow yourself to be pleasured?"
I'm denied the option to refuse, as Tommy forces himself into my anus. Skewered between both men, trapped between their bodies, I begin to panic. Tommy's nails dig into my flesh, as he grips tighter. His fangs graze the bare skin of my shoulder as he moans his pleasure. From underneath me, Alex pulls me into a soft kiss. Even as his lips caress mine, frightened tears sneak from my eyes. A red tinged drop falls onto his cheek, and he pulls back, wiping at his face. My voice is mewling, begging almost as I repeat, "I'm sorry, Alex. I'm sorry."

He opens his mouth to reply, and with a hard thrust of his hips, Tommy reaches past me. Something glints in his hand, and in an instant, Alex's blood splashes onto me. His throat is a wide gash from ear to ear and I struggle to cover the wound as Tommy continues his assault on my body, tossing the bloody knife over the side of the bed. "You did this, little one. Remember, this is your fault. The moment allowed him to love you, you doomed him to this fate."
Alex's hands fall from my body, and I stare into his eyes, failing to staunch the flow of blood from his neck. "No, Alex please! Please don't leave me! Please, I'm sorry..stay with me. Stay with me!"
All animation drains from his face, and I shriek as his body dissolves into ash under me. I struggle to escape the bed, but Tommy grabs at me, forcing my face into the mattress as he violates me. I choke and sputter as Alex's remains grind against my skin. My eyes burn with tears and ash. Tommy's hand twist into my hair, as he pounds into me without reprieve.
"This is your fault. Remember this is your fault. This is your fault."
Tommy's words force themselves into my ears as his body does. His voice changes. Sounding like Alex. Sounding like my Sire. Sounding like me.

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I feel a sharp snap and struggle to keep my pained cry silent. Pulling the side of my hand from between my clenched fangs, I stare uncomprehending at the blood that trickles from the wounds on my battered extremity. I breathe in, forcing the clean, clear air through my lungs. Sitting up slightly, I turn my head, seeing Alex safe and tangled in his blankets. Fractionally comforted by his presence, I peel one of my socks from my foot and tie it around my bleeding hand. Moving to prop myself against the wall, I keep my eyes on Alex. He rolls over, his head coming to rest against my thigh. I place my hand on his shoulder, my bitten hand still throbbing with pain as I wait out the rest of the day.

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