The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 4 By Madcat A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women. Meanwhile at Nottingham Castle ... The sheriff picked mindlessly at his breakfast. He still wore the witch's chastity belt. Yesterday's beating at her hands complicated his plans immensely. The priest was due any time but what chance did they have against the girl's superior fighting skills. She needed no witchcraft or demons to defeat his best men. Why would any one teach such skills to a woman, he wondered. Then his eyes gravitated over to the crossbow on the wall. The sheriff could hit a fly on the battlements at a hundred paces. "Gisbon is here to see you my lord." Sarah said entering the room. The luscious blond wore only the bottom half of her white dress. On top she wore a small brown tunic that looked ready to explode from the pressure of her awesome chest. The buxom lass came over and stood behind her lord. Normally serving girls would not be allowed in the hall at such a time but Sarah had clearly out grown such a role. And Gisbon had no mind to object to her presence as he shuffled into the large wood room. Last night had been very rough on the young lad. Wench upon wench came calling. Each demanded oral satisfaction and other sexual favors. Obviously, word of his transformation had circulated amongst the staff. How many, Guy may never know but he woke up with three in his bed. "Gisbon are you OK? You look like hell." The sheriff asked. His best knight had a fat lip and black eye. "Ah yeah, I fell off my horse." The knight said glancing up at the smiling Sarah. "How about you? What happened to your head?" "I fell down the steps." The sheriff lied. He touched the big goose egg on his forehead. Both knew the other lied but had yet to fully connect the dots. "I want you to take your knights into Sherwood and bring me the new Robin Hood." The sheriff commanded. Sarah shivered with delight. She loved it when her man acted all imperial. "Ah, sheriff, if you remember the last time we tried that, it didn't go so well. I lost half my men and we never did catch the little thief." Gisbon replied, distracted by Sarah's presence. He could not stop thinking about how she had overpowered him the day before. The arrogant knight tried to tell himself that it was a fluke. That he was exhausted yesterday and in no condition to fight. "My young Gisbon, do not worry. Robin Hood is truly dead. This time you will face his little sister, Marion. You remember her don't you? If I recall, she was one of your favorites." "Marion?" Gisbon said incredulously. He could not help but glance back at Sarah. Her smiling, unblemished face gave lie to all his flimsy excuses. She smiled back knowingly as if the girl could read his innermost thoughts and fears. "Yes, Marion, you dolt. Have you lost your wits? Or perhaps you are afraid of a girl? Now be a good boy and go fetch her. Dead or alive. We need to show the peasants that their beloved hero is dead and buried." That statement would have elicited a laugh from Gisbon prior to Sarah's lesson. But now the doubt ridden man was not so sure. Still, he marshaled his courage. The brave knight had fought all manners of desperate enemies in the past. He should not be afraid of one skinny girl. Plus, Gisbon looked forward to seeing the beautiful Marion again. If he captured her alive, then an opportunity rekindle their relationship may avail itself. "Yes sir, your knights will ride within the hour." Gisbon said, spinning on his heels and leaving the room. It felt good to be back at war. "My lord, my brother, the priest, is waiting outside. He is ready to do battle with the evil witch." Sarah chimed in. "Great. Let us go and get this over with." The sheriff said, grabbing his favorite crossbow. "Just in case things get rough." He met the priest in the antechamber. "You have defeated witches before?" the lord of the castle asked. He led the team towards the basement. "Yes my lord, I have burned many at the stake." The white robed priest declared in a deep, resonate voice. The sheriff looked up at his potential savior. The cleric had his sister's good looks and big, sturdy frame. "Aren't you a bit tall for a priest. You would have made a great soldier." The big man chuckled, "I used to think so as well but Sarah helped convince me that my true calling was to God. Getting beat up by your little sister changes the way you look at things." They arrived outside of the locked chamber. The cleric's comments barely registered with the sheriff. He dismissed them as a joke. Surely, such a large, strong, young man had nothing to fear from a comely lass like Sarah. The noble went into planning mode. He knew this assault would be difficult. "You wait out here." The sheriff said to his serving wench. "I'll cover the witch with my crossbow while you break her evil magicks. But be forewarned. She fights like a devil." The priest readied his prayer book and shiny silver cross. "Don't worry, I'm ready." He replied. Their quarry lay naked on the bed sleeping softly. But the witch awoke immediately when the door creaked open. Alarm bells triggered in her head. Her trusty spirits had not foreseen this moment. This made things very perilous as fate had not yet been established. Usually Death haunted these times. She leapt out of bed and faced the intruders. "Ah sheriff, nice of you pop by. And you brought a friend. A very handsome friend." The sultry lady jested. Unfortunately, the man of God fumbled with his litanies. She needed no powerful magicks or blasphemous sorceries to befuddle his mind. Her big brown breasts and black triangle broke thru his priestly piety and unlocked long repressed desires. He found himself in completely new terrain. The largely innocent and harmless girls that the priest had condemned to the fires could not compare to this seductive spawn of Satan. She walked confidently over to the fumbling cleric. At the last moment he thrust out his cross to ward her off. "Crosses only work for the pure of heart. Are you pure, priest?" she asked rhetorically. As if to answer her question, the witch snatched the cross from his hand and tossed it a side. "I guess not. Perhaps you are having some very immoral thoughts right now?" Sarah's brother started to panic. He pronounced the litanies of protection but it likewise had no effect on his diabolical foe. She grabbed his prayer book and tossed it aside. "Lets see how naughty this handsome priest is." The witch croaked. She grabbed his white garment and ripped. He seemed powerless to stop this evil tide. The priest's robes split down the middle and fell to the floor. This left the cleric with just his cod piece which she quickly tore from his muscular body. "Looks like he has been very naughty." The dark lady observed. She reached down and caressed the long shaft sprouting up from between his legs. Her sensual touch seemed to break the sexual spell that gripped him. Sputtering in Latin, the big priest took a swing at the full figured little girl. She blocked the ungainly punch with her right and dug her left into his gut. The big priest doubled over from the force of the blow. Then the witch tossed the much larger man on to her bed with surprising ease. She turned to the sheriff. "Why don't you join us?" the dark lady said while walking menacingly toward the now very frightened nobleman. The sheriff cursed under his breath. Why did he listen to a serving wench? This fool had no chance against the fiendishly powerful woman. But he had no intention of submitting to her evil will. "Stop or I'll shoot." He cried, leveling the crossbow. "Please, sheriff put that thing down before you hurt someone." The witch said, coming even closer. The frightened man fired. He already had the shot lined up. The bolt headed right for her forehead and missed. The hapless sheriff couldn't believe his eyes. It was a point blank shot. Then he realized he hadn't missed, she had somehow ducked the shot. Things went down hill from there. The witch knocked the crossbow out of his hand as the man fumbled for his sword. She then grabbed his right arm and twisted it painfully. "Take off your clothes." The buxom girl commanded. And he obeyed. The sheriff knew the game was up. He had no chance against the girl in one on one combat. The witch had triumphed again. She reached down and released him from the metal monstrosity from his loins. "Lets go have some fun, eh." The girl said before tossing the sheriff on to the bed next to the other naked man. Both men trembled with fear as the brown skinned woman approached. She had defeated them with contemptuous ease. Now the girl stood over her would be executioners. The ruinous powers had infused her with strength for this battle. She would have to honor them with a sacrifice. A human sacrifice. But there was always time for a little pleasure. The thought made her voluptuous body tingle and her big dark nipples harden. The witch loved to be in control. But she made one slight misstep. The door to her chambers had been left open and two scrying eyes watched the heinous events of the past few minutes. Sarah originally wanted to see her handsome brother triumph over evil. But the demonic little sorcerer possessed incredible powers and easily defeated both males. The beautiful blonde watched in horror as the she-devil stripped both men naked and now intended to do vile things her helpless victims. Sarah quickly overcame her fear. She had to do something. But what could one buxom girl do against such super natural power. Then she saw it. The sheriff's sword lay just a few feet a way in a pile of clothes. The girl snuck over and quietly removed it from the scabbard. The witch had both men kneeling and kissing her feet. Sarah found the sight highly erotic. It reminded the young woman of her triumph over the handsome Gisbon. But she kept her eyes on the prize. Nobody was allowed to force her brother and her boyfriend to perform such depraved acts. The sheriff's mind raced with fear as he sucked on the witch's wonderful toes. His mind imagined all sort of perverse couplings the witch may force him to do. He almost wished he had his chastity belt back on. Then all of a sudden his evil goddess toppled over, landing face first on the bed. The sheriff looked up to see Sarah standing over him like a Norse valkyrie. She held his sword in one hand. It ran red with blood. Sarah stood stunned for a moment. The girl had never killed anyone before and it took her a few seconds to realize what she had done. Then the worried sister helped her brother to stand. He babbled on incoherently and tried to cover himself up. The holy man obviously felt uncomfortable with his shameful display of sexuality. She led him over to his shattered robes and helped the distraught male dress. Even though he stood 6 inches taller it was clear which sibling was stronger both mentally and physically. "Go now and find your belongings. You will need some new clothes." The heroine commanded of her brother. Then she turned around and walked over to her lord. The priest hastened to obey his sister's commands. He felt lucky to escape the witch with his chastity intact. Being naked in front of his Sarah brought shame and humiliation to the young man. He had been afraid of his sister for as long as he could remember. Her beatings drove him out of the house at an early age and to the seminary where he could find peace. As he put distance between himself and his dominant sibling, the young man began to slowly calm down. He emerged from the cellar and quickly turned the corner into the main hall way. He ran straight into big Lynda. Simply put, the hapless priest picked the wrong woman to bump into. Lynda ran the castle kitchen with an iron fist and a bottomless appetite. Her sheer size made it so that not even the naughtiest knights messed with her. This usually left her in a foul mood which she happily took out on any innocents that crossed her path. The two collapsed in a heap. Lynda quickly rolled on top intending to roundly curse the clumsy fool. But her unsavory words died in her throat as she looked down at the handsome young man struggling underneath her. "Father?" she asked, involuntarily grinding against a strange hardness between her legs. All of the staff knew about his arrival that morning. "Yes, my child. Please get up." He said in some distress under her crushing weight. "Of course," she replied. But it proved to be a bad idea. His robes had opened during the fall, displaying his wickedly hard thing. "Oh, my." Lynda exclaimed. He tried desperately to cover himself up but the remnants of his robe refused to cooperate. Finally the young man stood up in frustration. "Come father, let me help you. You can't be wandering the castle with that." The big woman said as she grabbed it and tried to tuck it away. Her brazen behavior shocked the holy man. She led the priest upstairs to an unoccupied guest room and shut the door. "I need my clothes." He said finally finding his voice. The priest looked into her big brown eyes hoping to find compassion. Instead, he found hunger. "Yes, I'll send for them." Lynda said. "But first lets make sure you haven't been injured." With that she opened his robe and let it fall to the floor. His naked body looked like a gift from God. It also seemed skinny next to her vast bulk. "No please, I'm OK." The virile young man protested. "That will be for me to decide." She said, grabbing him firmly by the wrist and leading him over to the bed. "Now lay down." "NO!" he knew if he lay on that bed then all hope would be lost. Lynda almost left him there but her hand brushed his exquisite hardness and she lost all control. The big woman pushed him on to the bed and straddled his beautiful young body. Her old dress came off seconds later. The priest looked up to see two of the largest breasts ever recorded in English history. Initially, he resisted the rape with all of his heart. But it was no use. Lynda was too big and strong. The woman easily held him down despite his muscular frame. Soon his fear gave way to a building passion. She whispered into his ear, "I'm sorry father." Meanwhile, down in the basement ... The sheriff again showed Sarah his undying gratitude. She lay on the witch's bed with her legs dangling off the end. The brown tunic lay open and her hands cupped her mighty breasts. Her lord knelt before her with his head up the short white dress. Free of that accursed belt, the sheriff began to somewhat unsatisfied. He had his own needs and they were not being attended to. So after a few minutes of faithful service, the mighty nobleman stood up and mounted the buxom blonde. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have you." He moaned in ecstasy. "But you were not done yet." "Yes, I was." "No, you weren't." "Girl, just shut up and do what you are supposed to do." The lord commanded. But he regretted his hasty words almost immediately. Sarah rolled him off to her left side and reversed positions. The sheriff fought back but she grabbed his arms and pinned them by his ears. He looked at her thick, bulging biceps with amazement. Just before his world went black and her moistness filled his mouth she said, "Boy, just shut up and do what you are supposed to do. And don't stop until I say so." As he lay pinned and helpless under the buxom blonde, the sheriff knew for sure that he was no longer lord of the castle. A few hours late in Sherwood Forest ... Gisbon ran thru the gathering darkness. At least it gave him some cover from the deadly arrows. His entire command had been decimated. The peasant archers had retreated deeper and deeper into the dense forest. In a running battle that lasted all afternoon, Gisbon's knights became separated and unhorsed. Many had fallen. The rest, like their leader, desperately tried to escape the terrifying forest. Just a head a dark figure popped on to the trail. Gisbon knew intuitively who it was before she spoke. "My dear Gisbon, you run like a rabbit. A few more paces and you may have escaped my grasp all together." Marion said not bothering to conceal her feminine voice. The male paused trying to catch his breath. Running in chain mail taxed even the best knights. "Come here Marion. Let us embrace." He said with pure confidence. No man could match skill with a sword. The girl sauntered over and pointed her long slender blade at the exhausted knight. "I'll give you one chance to surrender." He stared at her beautiful, aristocratic face. In some ways, she had been Gisbon's first love even though he doubted she saw it the same way. If things had been different, he may have married the gorgeous girl. But her family lacked money and power. The knight tried to think of some way to avoid the inevitable duel. Killing the bandit queen was the only way to salvage this debacle. "You know I can't do that." "Are you ready or do you need to rest some more." She taunted him. Gisbon launched himself at the girl and barraged her with a series of hard sword strokes. He had a heavy broad sword and expected to batter down the bandit's defenses. After all, she was just a girl. But young lady proved highly resilient. Wearing no armor, the girl dodged or deflected each stroke. He began to tire and Marion made cautious counter attacks. One such attack caught him off guard and punched thru his armor into Gisbon's flank. He grunted with pain but brought his sword down heavily on hers. Marion's blade snapped in two and fell from her hands. Gisbon raised his broadsword high above his head for the deathblow. He wanted it to be swift and merciful. But the intrepid young lady refused to cooperate. She stepped up and grabbed his wrists, stopping the down stroke in its tracks. Gisbon tried to push the female warrior back but she refused to yield. Marion could feel the knight begin to weaken. She got one foot behind him and pushed with all her feminine might. Gisbon fell backwards, overcome by her raw strength and savage fury. The girl wrenched the heavy sword from his grasp and readied her own deathblow. The unfortunate knight, weighed down by his heavy armor, had no chance to avoid it. The sheriff lost his best knight. Next it would be his turn.