Chapter 43

Morgan POV
Flashback
This man, Soul, and his friend Damien found me in a strip club run by this piece of work, Randall. I hate working for Randall, but again I need the money. Randal told me the two men would be coming to meet me tonight about a private party. Hmmm, a private party with two men sounds like trouble, but again I need the money.
I get off stage and go back to my dressing room. It is empty, which is odd. Randall comes into my dressing room. "Where is everyone," I ask him. "I sent them home. I am closing the club early so you can handle this business with my friends," Randall says.
A million red flags just went up. I wonder what these three men are planning. I do not know Soul or Damien, and I do not trust Randall. I take a quick shower to wash off the body oil. I step out of the shower with a wet head and wrap in a towel.
I notice there is noise in my dressing room. I look out of the shower, and two men are waiting for me in my dressing room. I walk out in only a towel. "I am sorry, guys; I thought I had more time before you arrived," I say.
"We have been here all night. We were waiting to see you," Soul says. Soul takes my hand and kisses the top of it. Damien sits on the sofa. He looks devious.
"I need to get dress so we can discuss business," I say.
Soul grabs my towel and takes it off my body. He licks his lips as he looks over my body. He reaches to touch my naked waist and pulls me close to him. "No need to dress; I want to see the goods before I make you an offer," Soul says.
"Oh, I see. So what do you think about the goods, sir," I say to him? His hands wander my body until both hands are firmly on my ass.
"I think you have some nice assets, Morgan. What do you think, Damien?" Soul asks Damien. I look over at Damien, who is shifting in his seat and licking his lips.
"I think I want a taste of her sweet pussy before I decide how nice her assets are, Soul," Damien says.
"Business first," I say, kissing Soul on the cheek.
"Oh, Morgan, we are going to give you everything your heart desires. In return, you will be all ours," Soul says.
"You want me for both of you?" I ask.
"Yes, I have a harem that I want you for, and Damien will take you occasionally for business to places like Paris and the Bahamas. It is a fabulous, luxurious life," Soul says.
"Sounds a little too good to be true, fellas," I say.
"Well, we expect complete obedience and no back talk. We expect you to give us what we want when we want it," Soul says.
"Hmmm, does he talk, or does he let you do all of the talking?" I ask Soul, looking at Damien, who is watching me grind against Soul.
"He talks, and he handles the business end of everything. You will have to sign a formal contract. Upon the completion of your duties to Damien and me, you will be paid one million dollars," Soul says.
"One million dollars to fuck you and him?" I ask.
"Yes, but again you have to follow the rules. You have to live in my harem for one. You have to give me all of you whenever I want it from you. You have to travel with Damien when he calls and do whatever he asks of you, including fucking whoever he asks you to fuck," Soul says.
"So when do I start?" I ask.
I know it sounds terrible, but I need the money. I can do this for a few months. How hard can it be to be their little sex slave and then walk away with a million dollars? I would be set up for life. I could go back to school, buy a house. I would never have to take my clothes off for anyone ever again.
"You would start now, but it would be tomorrow before we can have your contract ready, but you can still come home with me tonight," Soul says.
"First, I want to taste her," Damien hisses at Soul.
Soul kisses me deeply and hard. His tongue is gross, and his teeth are extremely sharp as he forces his tongue into my mouth. He pulls my ass tight in his hand. "Maybe I want to taste her first," Soul says.
"We can both taste her, Soul," Damien says.
Soul releases me and walks me over to Damien. He pushes me down on my knees. "Suck his cock good, my little slut," Soul says.
I unbutton and unzip Damien's pants. I take his massive member out of his pants and take him into my mouth. Damien lays his head back and groans as I take him deep in my throat. I feel his hand touch the back of my head, and he begins pushing me further down onto his cock.
"She is good, Soul," Damien moans.
I feel Soul behind me. He is rubbing my back and neck as I suck Damien's cock. "Such a good little whore," Soul says to me.
Soul's hand wanders down my back to my ass. He pulls my ass up, and I feel his tongue begin to lick my ass. His tongue continues to trail down my ass to my pussy. His tongue goes deep into me, and I moan loudly.
"I have got to have some of this pussy. She is soaking wet. She is like a damn waterfall," Soul says.
Soul begins ramming his fingers inside of me, not gently. He pushes into me hard with his fingers. "Do you like it rough?" Soul asks me. I cannot answer because Damien has a firm hold on my head, ramming his cock down my throat.
"I bet you like it hard and fast, slut," Soul says. His fingers are ramming me harder.
All of a sudden, Soul stops fingering my pussy. He slides his fingers into my ass. He begins fingering my ass hard. "This hole too. I bet you like it in both holes," Soul says.
I feel a pinch on my ass cheek, like needles. Soul is biting my ass and sucking. I feel warmth running down my ass. It feels like blood. He is sucking the blood out of my ass cheek.
Damien begins to moan louder and pushes my head down further. I can feel his cock expand in my throat, and then his warm seed begins to explode in my throat. "Drink it all," Damien says to me as he holds my head firmly down on his massive cock.
Damien release my head. "Clean me bitch," Damien says. I begin licking his cock until all of his cock is free of his juice.
Damien pats me on the head. "Now, Soul, you can fuck her," Damien says. Soul gets up from behind me and takes me by the arm. He takes me to the other sofa across from Damien.
"Face down, sweetie," Soul says, hissing his words at me.
I see Damien get up and pull up his pants. He leaves the dressing room, and it is now only Soul and me.
"Ass up higher, NOW!" Soul demands. I do as he tells me to do. Soul positions himself behind me and rams his cock into my pussy. He begins fucking hard and faster than anyone has ever fucked me before in my life.
I can feel my pussy stretching as my juices flow freely. His cock is huge. "Tell me how much you love this cock," Soul says.
"Your cock feels so good, Soul. Fuck me harder," I say to him.
Soul rams into me harder then slows down. He pulls me to him by my hair and then sinks his teeth into my neck. He is feeding on me. Oh no! This is a little much. I begin to scream. "Stop biting me," I yell.
He does not stop. I can feel him cumming inside me as he feeds on me. "Oh yes, my little slut, you will be perfect for me," Soul says as he releases me.
Soul gets off of me. When I turn around to face him, I see his fangs. Blood, my blood is dripping off of his fangs. I am just about to run for my life when an older woman comes into the room. While Soul gets dressed, she grabs me and begins to chant. She shoves something into my mouth. It is bitter and tastes like bark. She holds my mouth so I cannot spit it out.
"Compliant, my sweet, be compliant," the old woman says to me.
Soul watches her and me for a moment. The older woman finishes with me and leaves the room. "Come now, number nine, we have to go home," Soul says to me.
"Yes, sir," I answer him. I follow the master.