The Protector

Chapter 54

The whole house was completely wrecked. People passed out on the lawn and almost every surface inside the house. The smell of vomit, weed, alcohol, sex, and piss were overwhelming.

"OMGoodness this is so gross." Tracy said dodging a dark puddle and a couple of used needles on the floor.

"Don't touch anything." Jordan cautioned as he avoided stepping on a passed out half naked girl covered in white stickiness that was becoming crusty, "suddenly burning down the armory doesn't seem so bad."

They followed the sounds of moaning and grunting with leery dread. The noise came from a large room to the side of the main hall where Tracy had met the rogue king before. They were not expecting what lay before them. The room had more machines and toys than a sex shop, some of which were so bizarre Tracy would be hard press to give their exact function.

Women of all shapes, colors, and sizes were in the room. Some were tied up, others passed out and some just lounging with a far off glassy look in their eyes as if they were high on something. The dozen or so scantily clad women present, it was doubtful that all their "clothing" together would cover a yard of fabric, seemed unaware or uninterested in the presence. The place almost looked like a harem from a wacky and highly tacky Arabian Night tale.

At the end of the room, stood the rogue king himself energetically pumping himself into his blond mate tied to a wooden frame. A short sundress covered most of her body but Tiffany looked exhausted and worn out like a rag. She no longer held herself in arrogant defiance but now she begged with her eyes to be released from her hell. 

Tracy felt sorry for her. It was obvious that she was being punished. She hung limply. Begging behind a gag to stop while simultaneously screaming her orgasmic climax. With a few choppy thrust, Dameon grunted his release. Spasming a few times he pulled out and put on his skin tight black pants. Moving to the side table where a crystal decanter sat.

"Care for some bourbon?" he asked casually.

"No thanks." Tracy said. Eyeing a ragged Tiffany who moaned in aching protest. 

"It was either that or a whip." Dameon grimaced drawing her attention, "She wanted to betray me by trying to seduce my brother into fighting me for position."

Tracy nodded her head in understanding. All things considered, Tiffany should be grateful she's still breathing. Wolves, even rogues, were about family and pack, she tried to violate both. If it had been anyone else they would have executed the second they were discovered. 

He downed his entire glass with an, "Ah" of satisfaction, "As lovely as your last visit was, I didn't actually think I would see you again."

"Neither did I. It really has been too soon," Tracy said honestly, "We need your help."

"Interesting." Dameon poured himself another drink before walking over a large chair, "have a seat."

Eyeing all the available surfaces, Jordan shook his head, "We'll stand."

"Does this help have anything to do with the locked up vampire outside?"

"Sort of, yes." Tracy said, "Her coven, Dark Valley in Colorado, was attacked. Jane, the h-housekeeper," Tracy swallowed the lump in her throat, "had told us that they had allies in New Mexico but didn't say where before she was... before she died. Can you help us find them and tend to her wounds?"

A strange light gleamed in his eyes for a moment.

Recognition? Tracy thought.

"What do I get out of this?" he asked breaking Tracy from her speculative thoughts.