Respect the \'eve\'

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Chapter Eleven - Fight for virtue


Robin layed there, staring up at the white of the ceiling. She had exhausted herself crying, now she just felt all over body numb. Even when a lady dressed like the Tattooed man came in and changed the sheets from Robin soiling the bed, without moving her, she showed no emotion for the longest time.

She would feel nothing more for a time, making her mind a relative blank, then it all comes back to her with a vengeance.

She could still fell the Tattooed man’s finger invading her body, and her body’s revulsion reaction at that act still made her nearly to become physically ill, her emotions came back full force. She began to cry once again, as she thought of Amon and everyone that was dear to her, but mostly the man. Her heart sank.

She was thinking on the man, because she had always had this little wish, she had secretly wanted Amon to be the first man that she would be with, and the only one. She wanted the tall, dark eyed man to be the one to take her virginity, but now she knew that this hideous tattooed man that held her, would be the one to take her innocence on top of the fact that he probably killed Amon. She felt a few more tears come.

She knew this might be against the teachings of the church, to want such a thing from Amon, but she felt strongly about the steely eyes giant, but now it was a moot point. Not only was Amon gone, her virginity was going to be forcefully taken from her at some point, and she was powerless to do anything about it. It was not her’s to give anymore.

Robin could hear many voices outside the door that closed her in this prison room. It had been going on for many hours, or so she thought. She had a feeling that all of this was something to do with her being there, henceforth being kidnaped. She really did not know if that was true, but something in herself felt dread.

She layed there and just listened, trying to figure it out by whatever she could hear, but no real clues came to her ears. She just kept trying to listen, her mind was now becoming numbed again.

Sometime later, she heard movement still from outside, and she heard low monotone chanting that echoed hauntingly through her prison room. She shivered, as the evil feel of it pierced straight to her heart. It was a dark and gloomy type of sound, making her fear that much more intense. It seemed to swell louder and louder, in a cacophony of wickedness she had never experienced.

The door abruptly swung open with a large bang, startling the girl. Turning her head she saw three figures step in to the room with a slow trod, these three were chanting as they came. Her heart beat faster in her chest, her eyes opened wide in terror, as her mind processed who it was.

The tattooed man was one that came in, two very tall robed figures were leading him. Robin felt her chest tighten, seeing the man again, the events of earlier were all to very clear in her mind.

Smugly, He smiled as his bright crimson colored robes overshadowed the drab black of the others garb. He seemed to watch the fear that came in Robin’s eyes, as his escorts and himself made there way over to her.

He stopped, and the other two stepped to one side. He smiled with a very arrogant look on his face, as he was in clear view of the young girl chained to the bed.
“ It is time, Miss Sena..” He said, almost hissing like a snake would. “ The time of the Moon Coupling has come... and we will be joined as one.” He seemed to linger on the last word for the longest time.

Robin just screamed as little, but the gag all but stifling her terror. With a glint of perverse pride, he looked at the girl with great glee while he listened to the girl’s muffled cries.
“ Don’t worry, Eve of your Adam...” He said slowly, mouthing every word intently. “ The first time will hurt, but in the times to come, you will... get use to it.” He cackled. “ We will get you ready now, and begin on time.”

Robin screamed again, as the man’s gaze seemed to be burning her soul. In response to the tawny girl’s fear, he only chortled low in his chest while his eyes never once left the girl on the bed.

The two robed man moved silently over to the bed and stood, one on either side. The seemed to be waiting for the man to say something. All the man did was linger, staring at her for the longest time, looking into the green eyes almost like he was feeding off her fear. He nodded his head, and gestured with a hand. Both figures brought out a large knife. Robin saw, and felt the clammy hand of death reappear.

The robed figures lowered the knifes, and leaned into the girl. Expertly, they cut the sundress of the girl, ignoring the tears that flowed down the soft skin of Robin. In a few seconds, the last of her clothes were gone and they pulled the material from her. She was left naked and fully exposed, except for the container of ORBO still tied around her.

They unchained the girl, and then chained her arms behind her back before she could even try to struggle and get free, her arms were far too numb from being in one position for so long to move them.. They used rough rope to tie her legs together, all of this done under the watchful eyes of the crimson robed man.

The tattooed man just stood, as the figures lifted her out of the bed and began to carry her out of the room high. Robin tried to wriggle a little, to make it harder to be carried, but the figures were too strong to do anything against.
“ Come now...” He smirked, looking the girl in the face as she was carried past him. “ You don’t want to make me wait, now do you?”

The facial reply from the girl was one of sheet panic that flooded over the usually soft features of the young teen. The man saw this and laughed lowly, his eyes sparkling with perverse joy.

The two carried her out of the room with almost practiced precision as one, the man following. Robin did not know where she was being taken, but her fear told her that it was not good.

Through winding corridors and small breezeways, they carried the girl until they finally stopped at very large black door. The man in the crimson robes stepped past the two that held Robin, and flung the door open and turned.
“ Our time is here.” Was all he said. “ Let us commence.”

Into a large room, with about twenty people dressed in dark robes, Robin was carried like a trophy inside. All of the people gathered there were chanting the same monotone chant as she had continuously heard the last little while, while the figures that carried her paraded in front of the crowd, her bare body lit up by the many candles that dotted a majority of the large room.

The crowd took turns, reaching out to grope the girl. Hands were on her breasts and stroking her young cunny as she passed, all the while they continued to chant. Robin tried to stop the tears that flowed, but found that she was too scared to stop them.

She was finally taken to one end of the large space, and set on a large rock slab that sat on the floor there. Black wax candles surrounding the far end of the rock, illuminated the black surface with a reflective glow that was eerie, the smell of incense heavily hung in the stagnant air.

The figures re-chained her wrists to a large crescent moon shaped bracket that was bolted to the top of the rock, quickly and efficiently. They in turn did the very same to her legs to other brackets. The chains on her legs held her legs wide open.

Robin continued to fight a little, but it was no use she finally told herself The shackles were too well made and the figures had made absolutely sure they had been attached to perfection.

The tattooed man moved to look at the girl chained to the black rock. He raised his hands, and the chanting got louder and echoed through the open room. Robin watched him with horror flashing in her eyes.

He began to mutter some words very loudly, the words spoke were not any language that Robin had heard. He led the robed choir that were behind him, as they kept chanting while they fell to their knees with their arms up in the air. Robin just screamed through the gag, her mind praying desperately for God or anyone else to intervene.

The chanting went on for a long time, until the man put his hands slowly. The entire group of robed people stopped at once, as if cut off by a sword. The Tattooed man took a step to the foot of the slab, and looked down at the legs splayed wide for him to see her young cunt that was exposed to him.
“ As the Moon collects... now come the coupling.. The joining that will aline heaven, earth and the nether regions into our ways...” He said loudly out over the now deathly silent room. “ Adam has the Eve, and he takes Eve and starts to brings forth a new chapter for the world at hand. We rejoice at this rebirth, and relish the power that will doth come.”
“ All look toward the moon!!” Chanted the people in response to the man’s declaration, over and over again.

The Man with the tattoo made a few gestures with his hands towards the girl, then untied the gold sash on his red robes. The robe fell to the ground and he stood there and stared at Robin with evil hunger in his cold eyes.

Robin looked at the man and gasped. The man was tattooed everywhere on his body with moons, stars and other things that Robin did not know what they were suppose to be. Hideous monsters were drawn on his stomach, seemingly now to be alive on his skin. The girl saw that his male member was erect and ready for the deed that he had the intention of doing. She tried to fight against her chains, to get away somehow, but the tautness she was chained with, made any little move impossible.
“ Let us begin, what has been waiting for so long to start!” He said, as the crowd began chanting again.

The man climbed on to the bed of stone, crawling up between the young girl’s legs with a smirk of power and control on his face. He slowly moved himself, until he was on hovering over her, his member poised right at the opening of her vagina.

Robin felt the fear building in her, as she could feel the tip of his rod touching on her virginity in wait. He paused to leer down at her, giving a pleased sort of look at her. He actually licked his lips, as his eyes grabbed her gaze.

Robin closed her eyes and turned her head, waiting for the deed to be done. She could smell a heavy sickly odor coming off of the man’s body, his breath reeking with smoke and stale wine as the man hovered over her in anticipation. He seemed to be relishing the fear he was causing, as he had took a hold of his cock and was rubbing it roughly against her vaginal opening.

A volley of gunshots rang out, after a door at the far end of the room crashed inwards suddenly. All of the robed figures let out a collective gasp.

Three men burst in to the room, weapons blazing away. All the robed figures in the room suddenly brought out weapons of there own from out of nowhere, but the surprise attack was complete in its effect... most of the tattooed men’s followers fell within seconds to the trio’s hail of bullets

Robin opened her eyes at the sound of gunshots, fear gripping her. She had just opened them, just in time to watch the naked tattooed man that hovered over her, fall off to the side with blood poring out of a gaping wound on his shoulder. She snapped her head over, to see who was attacking the ceremony.

She smiled and give a loud cheer through her gag. Master, Nagira and Amon were the ones that had burst into the room. They were fearlessly cutting down the people in the room with strafing gun fire, their weapons were smoking with the heavy use. She cried a tear of joy, as she focused in on Amon.
“ He’s alive!!” Her mind screamed

The tattooed man got up from the ground beside the rock slab, blood pouring out of his wound. He stood up and looked at the three.
“ How dare you defile my coupling night.” He bellowed, rasing his good arm to the sky.

A grey fog collected with lights sparkling in it around the man. It rose into the air like a amoeba brought to life, shifting and molding itself into weird shapes. The man laughed, and kept pointing his hand out.

Like as if could see the three men that had barged their way in to the room, the fog moved across the room and engulfed the trio in it’s gaseous grip. The three were suddenly fully enveloped in it, and each man began to twitched and shake screaming in pain, as the bright lights held in the cloud strengthened and grew brighter with each second. Robin screamed through the cloth in her mouth, knowing just what the fog could do and was doing.

Robin watched as Amon’ body shook and then collapsed to the stone floor, his weapon fell from his hands. She felt her whole body stiffen, as the naked Tattooed man stood seemingly victorious.
“ I made the mistake last time of not making sure people were dead, like other times... now you shall die for my overlooking that.” The tattooed man shouted to the downed three, seeming enjoying inflicting the pain.

Somewhere inside herself, Robin felt a power building while she craned her head to try and see Amon laying motionless on the ground. She screamed, her mind wanting not to lose the man again, wanting to get to the man at all cost. She felt the power begin to flow out of her as she began to fight hard against the shackles that bound her to the rock slab. She screamed through the gag, her will trying to find her lost power.

Suddenly, the small egg shaped container of ORBO on her chest suddenly exploded and vaporized into nothingness. The green liquid was now nothing more than a few wisps of vaporous mist that promptly dissipated into the air. All at once, she felt her power return to her all at once.

The Man with the fog power turned at the sound of the little explosion to his side, and looked at the girl. The man face suddenly paled to be almost like ghost like, the predominant smug look he always wore when he looked at the girl, had vanished.

Robin lifted her head and stared at the man, a flicker of light now was burning in her eyes, determination painted her face. The naked man took a step backwards, his face turning white as a sheet.

In looking in her eyes, the man saw the girl’s confidence had came back, anger flashed in those green pools as she stared him down. The man tried to back away more, but nearly tripped over the dead body of one of his followers.
“NO! It cant happen like this!!” He screamed, as he was the one that now was cowering.

Robin’ face never changed expression as the man exploded into a tower of flames. Tattoo man was screaming like a little girl, as the fire began to eagerly feast on his body. The man just stood there encapsulated in the fire, more screams began to rise and echo as he was being consumed by the orange flames

Robin looked over her head and quickly melted the shackle cuffs on her wrists, not even singing herself in the process. With hands finally free, she freed her ankles too. The girl found a bit of energy to jump to her feet, ready to do anything. She ripped her gag off and threw it to the floor, her eyes glued on to the flaming man.

In all of her naked glory, she stared over the tower of fire, watching the man inside scream for his life. She nodded her head once, and the flames burst into bigger flames that lapped at the ceiling. A single scream that the man howled, now was suddenly cut short. The flames suddenly exploded with a light that was pure white.

In a flash, the man was fully consumed in the flames, his last scream echoing off, making the last surviving followers of the man scatter and flee for their lives. They never once looked back, as they ran like roaches away from bright lights.

Spent, Robin fell back to sit on the slab, her body weakened by no food or water for how ever long she had been held, was drained. She slumped unable to move, her heart wondering about the long haired Amon and the rest of the group that came to her aid.
“ They cant be dead...” Her mind said over and over. “ They can’t be...”

A large hand suddenly appeared, tenderly placing a shirt around her shoulders. The young fire-user looked up, startled at the hands appearance.

Amon was the one that stood there, gentle putting the shirt around her. He looked a little ragged and had blood on his clothing and face, but seemed to be no worse for wear.

Robin jumped up despite her tired and stiff limbs, wrapping her arms around the man. He did the same, almost as fast as she did.
“ Amon!!” She said, tears of joy streaming down her face.

The man lifted her head, making her eyes contact hers.
“ Robin..” He said. “ I love you.”

The words took the girl by surprise. She looked at the man, reading his face as if she did not believe what she heard.
“ You... love me?” She stammered, her heart fluttering.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, soft and out of character. She stiffened, but her heart took over, and she kissed back. For the longest time, the stood in their embrace. They broke apart only because Master and Nagira came over, both looking worse for wear.

Nagira smiled.
“ My brother does have a heart after all.” He smirked, adding “ An’ I know who’s got it.

Amon looked at his brother with a look of irritation, while Robin blushed and nuzzled her face into his chest. Master just nodded at the two with Nagira, as he limped over.
“ I love a happy ending, but we should get out of here, it is a long boat ride in to Tokyo at night.” He said. “ But we don’t have to hurry this time.”
“ Lets get as far away as we can...” Agreed Amon, his arm holding the girl tightly against him.

The four turned and proceeded to get out of the place, leaving the carnage of dead bodies for the evil and debauchery that resided her only a few minutes ago.

Robin looked at the ashes that were the tattooed man’s remains and nodded, as if to say that she won. She shuttered a little and said a prayer, still hoping that where ever he would go, Heaven or Hell, he’d might find some sort of redemption for his wickedness in the afterlife that would befall him.

She just turned and continued on with Amon, her hand clutching his tightly. He was doing the same, as if to say he never wanted her out of his sight. Neither one needing to say anything as they escaped.

The man looked over and smiled, that was probably the biggest smile Robin had ever seen on the man... and it was all for her. She smiled, he was her’s. She liked that.