The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 5
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


The following day, back at Nottingham Castle ...

The sheriff couldn't believe his ears. The two battered knights appeared to be
the only survivors of his ill fated assault on Sherwood. Now it appeared that
Marion was mustering an even larger army in her wooded hideout and planned to
march on Nottingham within a fortnight.

"Get out!" he screamed at the unfortunate knights. He knew his days were
numbered. "Who is this woman, this Marion?"

Left in the audience were Captain Smith, the garrison commander, and Sarah.
She now wore a sword in addition to her mini-skirt and tunic. The sheriff
found it totally unacceptable and the couple argued about it at length the
previous evening. Suffice it to say the busty blonde won the fight. She kept
the blade and he ended up instructing her on the finer points of sword
fighting. The sheriff didn't like the way this relationship was headed but he
had other worries at the moment.

"I worked with her in the kitchen. Marion is determined and quite strong for
her size." Sarah chimed in.

"Oh please," Smith whined, "don't talk about her like she is some kind of
warrior."

The sheriff ignored the big man. "And how would you know such things?" he
asked his sweetheart.

"I fought her a number of times. She was the only serving girl that could go
toe to toe with me."

"She beat you?"

Sarah scowled. "Err, well, yes, a couple of times."

The sheriff began to concoct a diabolical plan for which he had become famous.
"How would like a little vengeance?"

"Against Marion?" the buxom blonde snorted. "Yeah."

"Perhaps this unusual problem requires a female solution. Sarah, could you
sneak into camp with a couple of other serving girls and kidnap Marion?
Without a leader this peasant rabble will never find their way out of the
forest."

Sarah started to speak but Smith unwisely cut her off. "This is an, err,
unwise idea. A bunch of girls could not even get close to Marion. I have been
trying for years to infiltrate spies into that bunch..."

The sheriff raised his hand to stifle the dissent. "My darling, would you be
so kind as to throw this boorish man out of my hall."

Trooper Wilkes stood watch at the door to the great hall. He took orders
better than most and was proud to be selected for this honor by Captain Smith.
The stalwart guardsman about jumped out of his boots when the large doors
opened and his beloved leader hurled thru the air. The big captain crashed to
the ground a couple feet away. Blood flowed from his nose and one eye looked
swollen shut. Wilkes leveled his spear and moved to confront the unknown
assailant.

"Put that thing away before you hurt yourself." Sarah commanded, wringing her
hands of the foolish commander.

The startled trooper didn't know what to do. The last person he expected to
encounter was the sheriff's voluptuous mistress. Sarah's beautiful face bore
no blemishes from the scuffle with the captain and her blue eyes sparkled with
confidence.

"Don't just stand there. Get the bastard out of here." She said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am." Wilkes replied quickly. He didn't like taking orders from a mere
girl but it was painfully clear that she was in charge. The trooper reached
down to help his commander and he heard the doors close behind him.

"Sir, what happened?" the shocked guardsman asked, still unwilling to believe
his own eyes.

Captain Smith got to his feet and turned on the hapless trooper. Seizing the
smaller man by the neck, he plastered the armored guardsman against the back
wall.

"Nothing happened." Smith said. "You breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll
slit you ear to ear!"

A couple of days later, deep inside Sherwood Forest ...

Gisbon opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright sunlight. At first the
young knight thought he had died and gone to heaven. He wore only a simple
white robe that was slit down the sides. A belt around the middle held the
strange outfit pretty much in place. A wave of pain from his head greeted him
as he tried to rise.

This cleared his head a little and the knight realized he still walked amongst
the living. Gisbon slowly took in his surrounding as he sat up in bed. He
currently occupied an old but comfortable manor house. A small cooking fire
smoldered in a hearth and ancient oak timbers added to the ambiance. The man
had no idea how he had come to this place.

He decided to take a look around. More pain greeted him as he took his first
few unsteady steps. Gisbon's shoulder and side ached terribly. He knew he had
been in a fight and come out on the losing side. Feeling somewhat vulnerable,
the knight looked around for his weapons and armor but failed to locate them.

The search quickly carried him outside. A dense wood surrounded the quaint
little house. Memories of the running battle with Sherwood's lethal bandits
came back slowly but he still had no recollection of the fate that befell him.
A small stable stood just a few paces to the east. The door lay open. Somehow,
Gibson knew that he could find the answers to his questions in the small
building.

The young man found no horses in the stable, only what appeared to be a strong
boy doing a number of arm lifts on the far side of the one room building. The
youth had his back turned to the new comer. Strong yet shapely muscles rippled
under his tights and clingy white blouse.

"Good morning, Guy. Glad to see you are up and about." Came a soft, sexy
female voice.

Marion leapt down from her bars and landed with cat like agility. She loved to
exercise and did at least an hour a day. Turning to face the surprised Gisbon,
the girl left no doubts as to her true gender despite the boyish haircut. The
exercise routine had pumped up her muscles and her tights displayed many
details of her femininity. She also wore her blouse unbuttoned down the front
which showed the inside swell of her beautiful little breasts.

Alarm triggered in the knight's head and he grabbed a nearby pitchfork. "Stay
back." Gisbon threatened.

The brunette ignored his menacing stance and approached. "Guy, put it down. If
you wish to resume hostilities, I suggest you wait until you have recovered
your health. Don't make me hurt you."

Gisbon had no idea why her so feared this supple beauty but deep down he knew
this girl was responsible for his current condition. "What did you do to me?"
he demanded, retreating in front of the lethal female.

"Ah, still suffering from the blow to your head. You should remember every
thing in a few days." Marion replied, waiting until she had him cornered by
one of the stalls. Then the girl struck without warning. Grabbing the
pitchfork with impossible speed, she wrenched it from his grasp and flung it
aside. A sinking feeling set in as Gibson stared at his now empty hands.

The brave knight tried to run but Marion caught him by the wrist. She
eventually corralled his other arm and led him outside with a firm hold. "Not
so fast big boy. Let's have a look at your wounds."

Outside in the hot sun, the beautiful maiden removed his white robe. Gisbon
wanted to run but he knew he could not escape this female fury. Besides, he
detected a tenderness in the girl's eyes that began to melt his fears. She
gently caressed the puncture wound in his side.

"Looks good." Marion said before moving behind him for a look at his shoulder.
Her hands slid provocatively around his waist as she stepped to his rear.

Lustful thoughts invaded the young man's mind despite his wounds. Gisbon stood
naked and vulnerable before this beautiful woman. Her touch seemed electric
and her hot breath intoxicating. He now remembered her from long ago at the
sheriff's castle. But she had changed somehow. Bigger, better, stronger and
even more beautiful. The naked knight began to shiver with excitement.

Marion pretended not to notice. "I dug an arrowhead out of your back. Luckily,
it did not penetrate very far. It's healing well too."

She moved around to his front and stared into his pale blue eyes. "Kneel down.
I want to look at your head."

Gisbon complied instantly. He was now totally under her thrall. The sexual
tension became overwhelming for the young man as he knelt in front of her. His
breathing got ragged and his manhood stiffened in homage to her beauty and
power.

Still, the maiden pretended not to notice as she shifted thru his golden
locks. "You should send some shillings to your helmet maker. I hit you wicked
hard but the blow glanced of your helm. It saved your pitiful life."

"Why didn't you kill me?" he finally spoke, gazing up at the angelic beauty.

"I'm still trying to figure that one out. Perhaps I still have some misplaced
feelings for you. In any case, I just couldn't finish you off as you lay
unconscious at my feet. So I brought you here to my secret hideout where the
residents of Derby won't find you."

"How did you get me here?"

"I carried you. Sorry, but I had to leave your armor and weapons behind. It
was quite a hike from the battlefield and you are not a light fellow."

"You carried me?" he asked incredulously. The brave knight still could not
understand this brave new world of female strength.

"Yes sir. Let me show you." The buff beauty grabbed him under the armpits and
hoisted him to his feet. Then she slipped one arm down to his knees and lifted
the slightly larger male off the ground. His hands automatically encircled her
strong neck. This brought her face to face with his raging erection.

Marion just smiled. "That's what I like about you, Gisbon. Always ready,
willing and able. What say you, we go into the house and put that thing to
good use. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she carried him inside for an afternoon
of incredible love making. The girl took charge but not in the way she had
with Little John. Marion no longer felt the need to prove herself and Gisbon
slid easily into a submissive role. Sadly, it came to an abrupt end.

"I have to leave now, my love." Marion said as dusk began to fall. "It is time
for me to lead the people against the sheriff. You may stay here as long as
you wish. I will return here after I kill that terrible man. If you still
remain, we can talk about marriage."

"Marriage?" he asked. The thought had never really occurred to him.

"Yes silly. Don't you want to make an honest woman out of me? I know I'm
getting a little old and I don't have any money, but I think we may have a
future. Think about it."

"Aren't you afraid I'll leave to go fight for the sheriff?"

"Only a very stupid man would do that. Good bye, my love." Marion said as she
slipped out the door.

Not far away in Sherwood ...

Wanda walked with a growing sense of excitement. The mission had come down to
this moment and she was ready to do her part. Initially, she had been hesitant
to take the dangerous job but money forced the big girl to reconsider. They
had found the bandit camp easily enough but Marion proved harder. After a
couple of days of seeking her out, the trio of female infiltrators concluded
that their prey had escaped.

The team leader, Sarah, came up with a more active approach. They decided to
individually kidnap Marion's three chief lieutenants and forcibly persuade
them to talk about their leader's whereabouts. It was a daring plan but the
girls had run out of time. The bandit army was ready to move.

Sarah assigned each girl a male victim based on size. The fiery little red
head, Mary, took Friar Tuck. She was tough and courageous but too small to
handle the other two men. Sarah volunteered to take down the indomitable Will
Scarlett. This left the biggest and most dangerous opponent, Little John, for
Wanda.

Physically, she felt ready for the challenge. Sarah had selected Wanda for a
reason. The big brunette stood head and shoulders above most of the other
girls at the castle. In fact, she was just a couple of inches shorter than
Little John. Her jet black hair and dark complexion hinted at some foreign
ancestry. But Wanda hardly remembered her parents. She spent her childhood
toiling as a serf in the sheriff's fields. Years behind a plow gave her broad
shoulders and rippling female muscle.

Nagging doubts still plagued the big girl. She had occasional confrontations
with overly frisky peasant boys. Her prodigious strength and natural
athleticism allowed her to triumph easily in these mixed battles. Later in
life, Wanda came to enjoy the affections of men and she gave herself freely to
some of the sheriff's knights. They in turn protected her from the more common
brutes. How would she do against a trained fighting man? Wanda didn't know.
But she understood that failure could mean a painful death.

Still, the amazon could not help feel excitement as Little John led her down
the path to a very secluded glen. She would not let the other girls down.

Little John, for his part, was excited too. It had been more than a week since
Marion raped him in this very spot. Since that time, the big man avoided
contact with all females. He just could not come to terms with his
inferiority. But now the big man wanted to get back on the horse. Wanda seemed
like the perfect girl to help him with his problem. The exotic beauty appeared
to want him as much as he wanted her.

They reached the middle of the small meadow and he kissed her long and hard.
It felt deliciously new for the big man to kiss a girl without bending over.
His hands explored her body for the first time. Wanda wore the loose trousers
and tunic of a poor peasant. Her solidness surprised him. His probing fingers
finally found her breasts. They were almost non- existent except for two
large, rock hard nipples. She responded by ripping off his deerskin robe and
cod piece.

"Easy girl. We have all night." The big man replied, mistaking her aggression
for animalistic lust.

"No we don't." she replied. The girl drove her right fist into his unprotected
stomach. He doubled over from the surprise attack and she leveled the poor man
with a forearm smash to the back of his neck.

As stunned Little John fell facedown in the grass. He looked up at the awesome
woman, illuminated only by silvery moonlight. "What did you do that for?" he
wheezed.

"You will find out in a minute. Now get up and fight me." She said with a hard
kick to the ribs. The force of the blow knocked him onto his back.

Pain drove out any last romantic thoughts the big man had. He now understood
that the woman led him here under false pretenses. She wanted something other
than a roll in the hay. Lying naked at her feet, far from any help, Little
John began to worry. He stood up clutching his bruised ribs.

Wanda attacked immediately. The darkness precluded any fancy fighting. So she
grabbed him about the neck and stuck her other hand between his legs. With a
soft grunt she hoisted the big male up to shoulder height. The girl held him
their for a second, enjoying the feel of his naked flesh. She wished she could
see the fear in his eyes but it was too dark. So instead wicked Wanda just
body slammed him to the ground.

Little John had fought many battles and he knew when he was losing one. The
female had him totally outclassed in terms of speed and strength. The man
needed his trusty staff and it lay only a couple of paces away. He rolled
over, grabbed the weapon and leapt to his feet.

The move surprised his female foe. Cursing her own stupidity, she rushed at
him. In desperation Wanda lashed out with her long leg at his exposed manhood.
An anguished cry of pain told her that the kick had hit home. Little John
started to pitch forward but she grabbed the middle of the staff. Using her
superior female strength, Wanda drove the weaker male back and pinned him
against a large oak tree.

The man screamed with pain and frustration as she used his staff to press
against his windpipe. His futile resistance waned as he realized the girl
could kill him at any moment. Wanda leaned over and pressed her hard body
against his naked flesh.

"Submit to me." She demanded.

"Yes, ma'am. Please don't kill me." He begged.

"That depends." Wanda replied, relishing in her new found power. The feel of
his trembling body inspired wicked thoughts but she focused first on the job
at hand. "Tell me where I can find Marion!"

So that was the reason for this attack. Bandits had a very simple code of
honor: never give up a mate. And Little John had no intention of doing so. He
spat at the dark haired beauty. "Never!" he cried defiantly.

Wanda just smiled. "Good. Have it your way then." She said in a husky voice.
The girl tossed the staff into the forest and went to work. The forest echoed
with screams of male suffering.

Dawn came early to the glen. Little John, his hands bound securely behind his
back, knelt before his female conqueror. The first light revealed nasty little
red welts and all sorts of bodily fluids on his naked body. Wanda had been
very rough on him even though he had given up Marion a long time ago.
Unfortunately, the foolish man had tried to escape her dominion a couple of
times so she resorted to binding his hands lest he flee in the dark of night.

The amazon had doffed her clothes shortly thereafter and used the suffering
man to satisfy her primal desires. The confused Little John now had a chance
to marvel at Wanda's beautiful body. Thick slabs of female muscle covered her
torso and legs. Her arms seemed to pulse with power. The girl had demonstrated
almost super human strength during the night and yet she retained a shapely
feminine figure. How could anything so beautiful be so evil?

Wanda teased him by running a switch over his chest and private areas. He knew
at any time she could and would lite him up with a nasty swat.

"What are you doing?" came a yell from the forest.

Little John first hoped for rescue but it quickly became clear that the girls
entering the clearing had no intention of saving him. A blonde and a redhead
swaggered into the clearing. Both new comers had a dangerous look about them.

"I'm questioning the prisoner. I know where Marion is hiding." Wanda bragged.
To emphasize her point she swatted Little John on the rump.

"We found that out hours ago. It took us all night to find you. Lets go. We
need to move. Time is not our friend." Sarah said irritably.

The buxom blonde walked over and cut the ropes binding Little John's hands.
"Get up!" She commanded. "Look at me."

Little John obeyed with some difficulty. He had grown accustomed to females in
authority but his muscles ached from a long night of mistreatment. The big man
looked down at her with fear and loathing. The blonde held a dagger pointed at
his most vulnerable parts.

"Please don't hurt me." He sobbed.

"Breathe not a word of this. Or I'll find you. And I won't be as nice as my
friend."

Filled with relief, the naked male dropped to his knees and clasped his hands.
He began babbling his thankfulness. Sarah stepped up and yanked his head back.
"Perhaps, after this affair is thru, you can show me just how thankful you
are. Now stay her for one hour then go back to camp."

With that, the girls turned and left for Marion's old manor house.

A couple of hours later ...

Marion led her rag tag arm out of Sherwood. It numbered at least a thousand
stout yeomen and stood an excellent chance of storming Nottingham castle. She
had good intelligence as to the garrison's strength or, in this case, lack
there of. But she also knew that many of these brave fathers and husbands
would not return from the attack. The sheriff's cowardly soldiers would be
forced to fight like cornered rats. And the castle had high walls and a strong
gate for them to hide behind.

Her keen mind began working on an alternate plan. It would be personally risky
but it could save hundreds of lives.