Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 9

Robin was now awake and alert, and instantly knew that she was no longer onboard the boat, but somewhere else altogether The place she found herself, was soul chilling at best. How she found herself was down right terrifying.

She found herself in plain white room, about the size of a larger type of bathroom. The only things in the room was the metal pipe framed bed Robin found herself on and a bare bone styled light fixture that hung in the very center of the room. One thick dark grey metal door was the only exit or entrance, as the room had no windows or even a vent in it.

Robin found herself laying on a small bed. She was gagged with some type of cloth, her wrists and ankles chained tightly to every corner of the bed. She was splayed out, being able only to move her head a little, as the chains that held her gave no real room to move or shift even a small part of her body.

She let out a muffled scream through the gag, while trying to will her powers to melt the metal cuffs that were on her wrists over her head. Nothing came about with her flames, not even a puff of smoke came from her try, as the container of ORBO was still attached to her and still was rendering her fully helpless.

She struggled for what seemed to be hours, but she could not even move a little, or tear the chain loose. The thick links of the chain were shiny and looked brand new, and the bed frame looked to be new to. Tilting her head a far as she could, she could see that the kinks were welded right on to the frame itself. Sweating profusely, Robin stopped her struggles, knowing that she was not going to escape this way.

The tawny haired girl just layed there, her energy spent, looking up at the stark whiteness of the ceiling. A tear came to her eye, and ran down her cheek to her ear. She had never felt so helpless and alone before, heart numbing fear punctuate all of her emotions too. More tears came like a flood, as the reality of her situation was overwhelming. She had never cried like this ever before, yet she could not stop it.

Sometime later, the door to the room where Robin was flung open. The young girl jumped, and turned her head as far as she could to see who was coming. Her heart pounded wildly with fear, as she waited to see just what was happening.

The man with the tattoo on his cheek came in, followed by a cowled figure. This other figure walked a few paces behind the first man, head down in servitude. The tattooed man strode in with a cocky stride, his face bore a very menacing smile on it. Robin shrank herself into the bed as far as she could, as the man's dark eyes connected with her's with a coldness that was frightening.

The man walked up to the bed, and looked at the spreadeagled girl.

" I see that your 'settling in' to your new surroundings." He said, his voice low and gravelly. " You do have the room you were needing, I do believe."

Robin stared at the man, feeling her own pulse thumping through out her body. He was looking at her with such a lecherous feeling, it made her skin feel like it was crawling. She tried to keep herself calm, but the sight of the man brought her fear to a higher lever.

The man stopped next to the bed, and looked at the cowled man that followed him.

" I do believe you know what to do." Said Tattooed man, gesturing towards where Robin layed.

The figure bowed and stepped forward, not even uttering a single sound to the Tattooed man. Robin's eyes grew large, as the cowled form brought out a pair of large scissors from inside one of the billowing sleeves of his robes. Her mind raced with what could be the sharpened implements use.

The form leaned over Robin, who was trying to move herself away from the man but found she still could not get away. He lifted the hem of her sundress and then gripped the scissors. She saw him move the shiny cutters down towards her pelvic region. She took a deep breath in, not knowing what the man was suppose to be doing.

She felt roughened fingers going inside the leg openings of her panties, then felt the cold metal of the scissors brush against the bare skin of her hip. She heard cutting noises, then she felt her underwear become looser. The man leaned over Robin to the other leg hole, and the same thing happened. He put the scissors down beside her legs, and then his hands moved back over her pelvis.

To Robin's horror, she felt her panties come off of her body with a tug from the man's hand. Slowly he backed away from the bed with the cut underwear in one hand and the scissors in the other. As the man held what was left of her panties up to show the Tattooed man, she realized she was left bare... exposed to the leers of both men..

Robin gasped an sobbed a little against the gag in her mouth, as she felt the tattooed man leering at her now naked womanhood. A wave of humiliation and degradation shot through her, making her feel like she was going to throw up. She felt such shame wash over her, she would have given anything to run away.

Tattooed man stepped in to where the other had stood and leered down at the naked vagina that was there. He seemed to linger with his eyes, taking it all in with a evil sort of delight.

" You look so sweetly inviting.! " He said, dripping with lascivious glee. " Like a sweet flower blooming in the morning light."

Robin watched as the man lowered one of his hands between her legs, his eyes were watching her reaction with great interest. She felt more waves of nausea flood her, as she could feel him first feel the outside of her sex, then insert one of his fingers deeply into her body. She tried to stiffen herself down below, to try and stop his finger from invading her most private place. Without any thought, he simply pushed his digit in roughly and deeply inside of her, causing Robin to wince with pain.

She layed there holding her eyes closed, as she could feel the finger wiggle around inside her. The man was making noises of pleasure as he did his foul deed, stroking the top part of her vagina with the fingers of his other hand while he felt around inside with the first.

She could hear him voicing a slew of comments on what he was doing, but she tried to block out the man's voice from her mind. She focused on Amon's image in her mind, and that made her feel a little less of what the man was doing.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the man pulled his finger out of Robin as roughly as he had inserted it. The girl felt her body recoil into the bed itself, waves of shame and revulsion crashing through her.

She opened her eyes, and saw the man standing there with his finger that was shiny wet with her bodily fluids in front of himself, making sure it was in her line of sight. He saw that she was looking at him, and put the finger into his mouth and moaned while he sucked the digit clean with a satisfied smirk.

Robin felt a new wave of sickness flood her, her mind reeling with shame. Tattoo man saw the girl's face, and seemed to be taking great joy in all of it.

" You taste so sweet... so fresh and new...." He smirked broadly, with a leering gaze at the girl. " I am now fully assured that you are virtuous... a true virgin in every way. This is good news." He stared at the horrified teen with a even larger leering smile plastered on his face. " You are exactly what we are needing, 'the eve' must be pure. I prefer it that way too."

The man turned and left the room, the cowled man followed him closely with shuffled steps. He closed the door behind himself, leaving the girl left open and exposed with her dress still hiked over her waist. The lock echoed through the room, then the silence cloaked the room again.

Robin's tears began to flow, gut wenching sobs echoed through the room. She felt defiled and dirty, wanting to be able to jump out of her own skin. Her body shook with the force of her cries, and her bladder let loose all of a sudden. She could feel the hot liquid flow out of herself and pour down her bum and inner legs to wet the bed under herself. The feeling of shame was now on top of shame.

She cried long and hard, her mind trying to plead to God for help, pleading for Amon, and just simply pleading. She thought God had all but abandoned her.