The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 3
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


Meanwhile, in another part of Nottingham Castle ...

Gisbon lay naked in his bed. After two sleepless days and a quick bath, it
never felt this good. Normally, he would have seized a serving girl to help
him celebrate his enormous victory over unarmed peasants. But today he had
nothing left. Just as his eyes closed, he noticed someone standing over his
bed.

"My lord, I thought you might like a refill of wine." Sarah asked.

The girl wore only her white linen serving dress which provocatively framed
her voluptuous body. Gisbon could clearly see big pink nipples thru the cheap
fabric. For a second he considered forcing her into his bed. The knight lusted
after the busty lass in a big way. But she belonged to the Sheriff and woe to
any knight who laid a hand on her.

"Yes, thank you." He said enjoying his view of her luscious globes as she bent
over poured the wine.

Much to his surprise, the brazen hussy sat on his bed after refilling his
goblet. His manhood stiffened immediately at this close contact with the
teeming sex pot. Gisbon prayed for strength to resist this temptation.

"My lord, we must talk."

The knight sat up, trying to put some distance between him and her. He also
wanted to hide the tell tale bulge in the white sheet.

"Yes, my dear." Gisbon said with all his usual false chivalry.

"You mustn't make such mistakes anymore. Our lord is under such pressure and
he relies on you for so much. You must listen to his wisdom."

Gisbon stiffened at the rebuke. He had taken it from the Sheriff but not from
a lowly servant girl. Still he bit his lip and played along. His eyes
alternating between her beautiful face and heaving breasts. "My attack on
Derby needed to be done. They had to be taught a lesson. Soon the Sheriff will
see that too."

"No. No. No. That's my point. You must learn from your mistakes. This Robin
Hood is a wily character. Unless you become smarter, he will keep making a
fool of aaaaaa ... "

Gisbon snapped. He could not listen to anymore such talk and shoved the busty
lass to the ground. She stayed down and gazed up at the naked Gisbon as he
emerged from the bed. He had the most incredible male body the girl had ever
seen. Every inch of his luscious torso rippled with lean muscle. He looked
like one of the Greek gods hewn out of stone. And between his legs hung a
massive symbol of male authority.

"You will not talk to me in that fashion, peasant." He growled.

Sarah gathered her courage and her wits. She did not come to Gisbon's room for
a roll in the hay or to gawk at his thing. The girl wanted to change the way
the gorgeous knight defended the realm. Demonstrating her courage, the girl
stood up and went toe to toe with the naked male.

"You should not have done that." The girl murmured ominously.

He had never really noticed Sarah's size before until she challenged him. The
female stood almost his height. Her shoulders seemed broader than his and her
arms looked thicker. A pang of doubt circled in his brain as he saw the steely
resilience in her beautiful blue eyes. But his emerging lust swept caution to
the wind. Violence and passion had always been a volatile brew for the star
crossed male. He grabbed her dress at the shoulders and pulled her close.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Gisbon sneered before planting a
rough kiss on her mouth. Sheriff or no sheriff, he would have this girl
tonight.

Much to his surprise the girl returned his less than affection kiss. Had he
proceeded more slowly at this point he may have avoided the worst beating of
his violent life. His prey was fighting her own battle with out of control
libido. She could have easily melted into the arms of the young, handsome
knight at this crucial junction. But Gisbon proceeded down his destructive
path as he did with so many peasant girls in the past. He violently ripped
open her only summer dress and began to fondle her giant globes.

Sarah responded reflexively to this forced entry. She slapped him as hard as
possible with her right hand. Gisbon staggered back wondering what had
happened. He had been slapped by dozens of girls over the years. None ever
came close to this.

The knight was just about to return the favor when the comely wench slipped
out of her ruined dress. The sight of her voluptuous body stopped him in his
tracks. All she wore was a small white cloth tied between her legs.

His hesitation cost him dearly. As the knight re-cocked his arm, Sarah struck
him with a jab to the face. He staggered back again, this time to the edge of
his bed.

"You - You hit me." Gisbon stammered. He had never been hit by a lowly female
before. On the other hand, Sarah had brutally beaten a number of overly frisky
peasant boys.

She ignored the great knight's gibberish and slammed a fist into his
unprotected stomach. He doubled over in some pain. His male centric mind had
not yet figured out that the girl was beating the snot out of him. But her
next punch left no doubt. It crashed into the side of his head like a sledge
hammer. His legs got rubbery and he fell to his knees. Like the Sheriff the
previous day, he grabbed her thighs to keep from falling over.

"Yield to me, knight." She demanded. To make her point, she grabbed his hair
and craned his neck back. Her fist threatened to smash his pretty face.

The brave knight didn't really know to whom he was submitting. Some Greek
amazon warrior or a Norse valkyrie, perhaps. But he yielded to mighty female
just the same.

"Good. Now listen to me Gisbon. No more fooling around. I belong to the
Sheriff. You'll have to pay me for that dress."

Realization that he just lost to a peasant girl slowly trickled into his
brain. This just could not stand. He slowly got up, nodding his head
plaintively and looking for an opening. The naïve Sarah gave him just that.
Assuming Gisbon was a man of honor, she turned around to pick up her tattered
dress. The dastardly knight struck. Grabbing her in a reverse bear hug, he
lifted her into the air and crashed the girl head first into his bead.

But again lust took over at the wrong time. With his hands around her big,
firm breasts and his manhood pressed against her taut buttocks, he really had
no choice. He released the woman and ripped off the little cloth covering her
golden treasure. Sarah flipped over onto her back and looked up at the naked
knight.

"You yielded to me. You gave me your word." She demanded.

"A knight does not yield to a woman or a peasant, you fool." He sneered as he
prepared to finish the job he started. His eyes gravitated to her lovely mound
covered by beautiful golden hair. Unfortunately, he wasted precious seconds
with his lustful thoughts. When he leaned over to mount the girl. She slammed
a foot into his chest and propelled him back across the room.

The blow surprised the young knight but he came back fighting. The nude female
rose to meet him. Gisbon had no intention of falling to her blows for a second
time. As soon as she got into range, he lashed out with a strong jab. It
connected and Gisbon expected the girl to fold. She didn't. Instead Sarah hit
him with a brutal right hook that sent him back to the wall.

The male was stunned. Not only by the wicked punch, but by the fact the girl
had taken his shot with no ill effects. He went back at her with a combo. But
she dodged the first punch and the second glanced off her strong shoulder. Her
return blow caught him on the chin. Gisbon almost fell to her terrible power.
He only now started to think he had made a terrible mistake here. But being a
veteran of many such battles, he instantly switched gears. He rushed the buxom
serving girl and tried to push her back to the bed. At that point, they could
call it a draw and he would let her go.

But Sarah had other ideas on how to end this battle of the sexes and class
struggle. She locked arms with the male and pushed back. For a brief moment
the two stood locked in place but the stronger sex quickly won out. Sarah
forced the handsome knight back against the wall and pinned his arms to the
wall.

Gisbon watched in abject horror as she demonstrated her superior strength. His
will to resist evaporated as he realized that she totally outclassed him.
There would be no way to redeem his honor this day.

"What - What are you going to do to me?" he asked softly. His voice resonated
with defeat and humiliation.

Sarah took a minute to catch her breath and relish in her unexpected victory.
She had always been a fighter and seldom lost even to the boys. But the busty
blonde had never expected to defeat the Sheriff's best knight. And she did so
with relative ease. Many girls she had tangled with in the past had put up a
better fight. Sarah looked at his lean, muscular arms pinned helplessly over
his head.

Then her eyes began to take in the rest of his virile young body. Gisbon
reacted to her silent staring with increasing alarm. He briefly renewed his
struggle just to see if this was not some kind of bizarre nightmare. But his
exhausted arms refused to budge. For the first time in his life he felt naked
and vulnerable.

"Gisbon, you have much to learn about chivalry. From now on you will serve
your lord faithfully. You and I will discuss any poor performance. No more
roughing up the serving girls. I have spent too many nights consoling the
teary eyed sluts. Do you understand?" she demanded.

"Yes," he said meekly. Despite his current unfavorable position, he could not
help but stare at her proud globes.

Sarah noticed his errant gaze and wondered if he was paying attention. The
girl shuffled his right hand to her right, so that she used just one arm to
pin both his hands down. Then she reached down and grabbed his sack. Her
fingers grazed his wonderfully hard shaft on the way. Wild thoughts of
ravishing the gorgeous young man danced in her mind.

"Do you understand me?" she repeated with a threatening squeeze.

"Yes." The knight sobbed.

"Yes, what?" Sarah demanded. Her hand actively fondled his genitals.

"Yes, ma'am." He said in total submission.

She released his hands to test her new found power. "Kiss my feet, sir
knight."

Freed from her grasp, Gisbon desperately wanted to continue the struggle, to
throw off the yoke of female domination and regain his shattered dignity. The
sight of the powerful blonde with her legs spread and up thrust breasts,
changed his mind. Instead he found himself groveling at her feet, sucking her
beautiful toes and kissing her ankles.

Power surged thru the young woman at this amazing sight. Her body began to
tingle all over. Soon she reached down and grabbed Gisbon by the hair. Sarah
yanked his head up so she could see his lovely brown eyes. It also placed his
cheek against her quivering mound.

"I think we have an understanding, don't we?" She queried.

"Yes, my lady." Gisbon replied, trembling with desire. He had taken a heavy
beating this day and had not slept in many hours. Yet, he never felt more
aroused.

Sarah felt much the same way. Without hardly thinking she said, "Kiss my
pussy, sir knight."

Gisbon did not need to be told twice. It had been many years since he had done
this type of thing but he plunged in with reckless abandon. A wicked thrill
surged thru the strong blonde and her left hand came up to massage her breast.
But with the sweet pleasure also came guilt. She was after all the sheriff's
girl.

"I said kiss, no tongue." Sarah said, yanking his head back and cuffing him
with her left hand. "You must learn control and patience, sir knight. Now do
it again."

He did so with precise delicacy. "Again." She ordered and her brave knight
complied. The tender kiss lasted just a few seconds longer. Sarah continued to
order more affection and each time he probed a little deeper. Soon the girl
moaned with pleasure and Gisbon returned to his full service approach. She
quickly climaxed.

"Thank you for that token of affection, sir knight. You are a beacon of
chivalry." Sarah reached over and kissed him chastely on the cheek. Her left
hand could not resist fondling his big tool. "I will send another girl up to
help you with this other problem. Remember to be nice."

With that she left the battered knight alone in his room.

The next day, in Sherwood Forest ...

Marion awoke just before dawn. She felt wonderfully refreshed and rested,
almost like a new woman. And she owed it all to Little John. They had stayed
in the clearing until dusk. He naturally allowed the young woman to take the
lead and she took them to new heights of pleasure. Marion thought it might be
love.

But now she wanted exercise. The girl slept full clothed to help with her
fading masquerade. But she had to keep it up just a little while longer. She
knew these traditional peasants would never follow a woman into battle. Marion
jogged out of camp and down the deer path to Little John' s secret clearing.
The happy little girl did not know that she was being followed.

As she got closer to her destination, the girl picked up her speed. She blazed
thru the thick forest amazingly fast considering all the various obstacles in
her path. The female athlete loved to run cross country and found this morning
particularly exhilarating. Upon arriving at the small clearing, Marion doffed
her sweaty jerkin and blouse. Rivulets of sweat ran down her toned chest as
she started her regimen of calisthenics.

Will Scarlett had no chance of keeping up with the lithe female but he knew
where the path led. When he finally arrived at the clearing, breathless, Will
watched the girl doing chin up after chin up. Marion's back glistened with
strong female muscles and her powerful buttocks threatened to burst out of her
tights. For the first time he got a clear view of the woman who humiliated him
in hand to hand combat.

"What do you want Will Scarlett?" she asked without turning around.

"Well, er, ma'am, I was wondering about the other day."

"What about it?" Marion said, her rippling body continued to pound out the
chin ups.

"I was - was hoping for a little rematch. You bested me quite easily and,
well, its embarrassing." He remarked. But the burly man began to have second
thoughts as he watched her amazing display of strength.

Marion dropped from the high branch and landed cat like on the ground. She
spun around to face her visitor. "You want to fight me again?"

One glance at her muscular chest reinforced his growing doubt. Pumped up from
her rigorous routine, thick cords ran across her chest and encased her
washboard abdomen. Her small breasts seemed just to add to the girl's powerful
appearance.

"Yes, well, I don't know." He stammered.

The beautiful girl just smiled as she walked close to him. "You don't know?
Let me guess. You thought maybe I just got lucky the other day. Then you see
me exercising and now you know it wasn't luck. You know that compared to me
your just a pathetic, weak man."

"Yeah, well, maybe." Will said, swallowing hard on the insult. The girl looked
stronger, at least for her size, than anyone he had ever seen.

"Will, you barely have any teeth left as it is so lets forget the fighting
thing. Why don't we arm wrestle instead?" The bare chested female led him over
to the fallen log. "Think you can beat a girl."

He just smiled nervously. The burly man now regretted ever coming here. The
two locked hands and the indomitable Marion said go.

Both competitors scaled up slowly. Will was afraid to tip his hand to quickly
and Marion wanted to feel out her opponent. The beefy male was almost twice
her weight and looked like a bull. After a minute, Marion felt her hand start
to retreat. The early morning exercise had already taxed her feminine muscles.
But the girl dug down and fought back furiously. She could feel the adrenaline
pushing her arm forward.

Will found himself just able to hang on against this female juggernaut. His
arm began to shake with exertion. He too redoubled his efforts and the contest
came down to a battle of wills. Here the girl won out easily over the
intimidated male. His hand began the inevitable descent that ended in yet
another male defeat.

Marion jumped up and raised her arms in victory. She loved to win. "Pathetic
and weak, old man." The girl teased her defeated opponent.

But she also had a growing respect for Will Scarlett. Despite her undress, the
married man showed no signs of arousal. He could be the first male she ever
met that seemed to be able to think with his brain. Marion could not help but
feel a little disappointed at her failure in this regard.

"Lets see how you do with chin ups?" she suggested.

The veteran fighter went along with the young woman. He was too in awe of her
physical abilities to do much else. Sadly, he could not jump up to the tree
branch.

"Let me help you, old man." Marion said. She grasp him around the thighs and
with a grunt lifted the bulky man up to the branch. He got off all of 2 poorly
executed chin ups.

"You need exercise, old man. After our fight with the sheriff, I want you to
join me every morning. I'll get your fat carcass into shape. Lets race back to
camp." Marion smiled. She slowly replaced her blouse and jerkin, happily
noting the Will's sideways glances.

It wasn't much of a race.