The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 6
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


Sir Gisbon brought the heavy axe around in a hard stroke. The iron head hit
the log dead center and split it down the middle. The knight smiled with
satisfaction. It felt good to be exercising again. Sweat ran down his almost
naked body. Gisbon could find no appropriate attire in the manor house so he
had fashioned himself a simple loin cloth out of some unused linen.

Nearly two weeks had gone by since he had fallen to Marion in battle. His
wounds had mostly healed and his memories of that fateful day had returned.
The battle with the bandit queen had changed the young man in many ways. He
knew that he loved her deeply. Her kindness and mercy seemed like a shining
light in his world of war and darkness. The good knight had repudiated his old
ties to the sheriff and false ambitions. He wanted to spend the rest of his
life with Marion.

But he was still a man and had trouble coming to terms with his recent
drubbings by members of the fairer sex. Both women had definitely overpowered
him. Even more humiliating, he submitted to both females sexually. Gisbon
could not proceed with a relationship with Marion on this basis. He had to
prove himself equal or superior to his potential wife.

So the love struck man decided to exercise. Perhaps his old successes had made
him soft and weak. Gisbon's muscles trembled with exertion as he brought the
axe head down again and again. His convalescence had taken a lot out him.
Getting his strength back would take some time and effort. But he was
determined to keep working until he could stand up to any girl. Sadly, fate
had a different plan.

"Hello Guy," came a woman's voice from the forest.

Gisbon lifted his head with a start. He knew that voice. Sarah emerged from
the wood just 10 paces in front of him. Wanda approached from his left and
Mary from his right. He knew all three wenches from the castle. The little red
spitfire had been one of his nocturnal favorites. The trained warrior also
recognized their flanking maneuver. This was no social call.

"Hello ladies. What brings you into Sherwood Forest?" he replied as calmly as
possible. His eyes scanned the brazen blonde for signs of weapons but found
nothing except enticing femininity. Sarah no longer dressed like a proper
English girl. Her white dress showed way too much leg. The girl's tunic failed
to cover her flat stomach and clung tenaciously to her awesome female chest.
Frightening memories of her naked body, standing victorious over his, danced
in his mind.

"I was going to ask you that same question. Where's Marion?" Sarah retorted.
The girls had spent the last two days searching the forest for this cursed
hideout. They were tired, hungry, dirty and totally out of patience.

"Long gone, days ago." Gisbon said quickly. He glanced nervously to his left.
Wanda hung back just out of arms reach. She towered over the smaller male. Not
being particularly tall, Gibson had always found the girl's size intimidating.
He cautiously raised his axe.

"So, have you gone traitor on us? You know what the punishment for treason
is?" Sarah teased. The fear on his face told her the answer to the question.

"Marion took me in fair combat. I'm a prisoner."

"You don't look like a prisoner. Take him girls."

Wanda rushed in first. She had always wanted the handsome young knight and now
she had the chance. But Gisbon was ready. He spun around to meet her. The axes
weight made it unsuitable for brawling so he struck out with the handle. Wanda
caught the heavy end but the knight knocked her upside the head with the
wooden shaft. The blow staggered the big girl. Gisbon wasted no time in
hitting her with a two handed chuck. Her nose exploded and she crumpled to the
ground. One down, two to go.

He didn't have to wait for the next attack. Mary jumped on his back from
behind. She had expected him to go down but Gisbon managed to stay on feet. As
he careened forward, he reached back and flipped the saucy tart over his head.
The veteran male fighter even managed to land the little red head on Wanda as
she struggled to stand.

Mary seethed with rage at her failure to capitalize on her foe's distraction.
Her hatred for the blonde knight knew no bounds. At the castle she knew better
than to fight back but this was different. She would make him pay for all of
those long nights of humiliation and despair. The girl scrambled to her feet.

Gisbon read the look of wild fury in her blue eyes and had no intention of
allowing her vengeance. He could have used the axe to end her life at that
moment. Perhaps the old Gisbon would have done just that. But the new man had
seen enough death. Instead he bought the butt end of the handle down on the
side of her head. The lights went out and she fell on top of the bloody amazon
girl. Wanda looked up at the axe wielding Gisbon with wide eyed terror. Her
earlier confidence in mixed combat had all but vanished. Two down and one
voluptuous blonde to go.

"Very good, Guy. You are more than just a pretty face. Now put down that axe
and fight like a man. Just you and me."

He hesitated for a second. His fear of Sarah had not abated and getting rid of
the weapon seemed like a bad idea. But misplaced optimism began to take
control. He had bested the other two females easily, even the massive Wanda.
This was a golden opportunity to re-establish his male authority and dignity.
He tossed away the axe.

"Bring it on, girl."

She did just that, sauntering up to him with her wonderful smile. The male
could not help but admire her glorious curves despite the looming threat. He
made himself concentrate on her fists of fury that had wrecked havoc in their
battle a couple of weeks ago. Sarah feigned with her fists and charged the
unsuspecting male.

The female warrior caught Gisbon unprepared and easily tackled him. He fought
back but his weakened body was no match for her speed or strength. Seconds
later the beautiful blonde had him pinned underneath her, his arms stretched
high above his head.

"That was easy." She taunted, enjoying the look of sadness in his eyes. Gisbon
momentarily redoubled his efforts to throw her off but got nowhere. Despair
swept thru him as he realized just how quickly and easily she had defeated
him.

Much to his surprise, Sarah let him up. But this was no act of mercy or
kindness. Just as the unfortunate knight got to his feet, his female foe flung
him thru the air. Gisbon could only marvel at her strength as he catapulted
head over heels.

He landed hard on his back and his whole body cried out in pain. But the brave
knight never considered surrender. He jumped to his feet and prepared to
continue the one sided battle. Sadly, his hastily fashioned loin cloth chose
this moment to slide down his leg. It had been hanging on by a thread since
Gisbon's first fall.

"Guy, you just love to show off for the ladies, don't you?" Sarah teased as
she grabbed her opponent once more. Giving him no real chance to mount a
defense or cover himself up, the stronger girl hefted him up to shoulder
height. The two other girls had recovered enough to cheer Sarah and her
humiliation of this hated male foe.

Poor Gisbon knew what was coming. His will to fight evaporated and he
desperately tried to submit. But the buxom blonde ignored his pleas and
slammed him to the ground.

"Get up and fight like a man." She smiled down at her groaning victim. Sarah
really enjoyed combat especially the winning part.

The battered knight got up warily and launched a series of punches at the
female. He put every last ounce of strength into the blows but, in doing so,
overly telegraphed his intentions. Sarah easily ducked and dodged every punch.
After the fifth miss she contemptuously hip tossed him to the ground.

"I yield!" Gisbon cried. He knew that the girl was toying with him and did not
wish to give her any more entertainment at his expense.

"We all know knights don't yield to peasant girls." Sarah joked as she stood
over the naked male. She reached down and helped him to his feet using a
handful of his blonde hair. Then Sarah put him into a headlock and paraded the
naked knight around the clearing.

The fight continued for another ten, long, painful minutes. Gisbon pleaded
with her to stop but the girl seemed to be determined to forever dispel the
myth of male superiority. In this she was wildly successful. The sight of the
region's best knight being forced to submit over and over again left no doubts
in anybody's mind including Gisbon's. By the time Sarah forced him to kneel in
front of the other girls, he was a broken man.

"Submit to me and I will spare your miserable life." The girl demanded.

"Yes, I submit. Please don't hurt me anymore." He begged.

"You are no longer a knight. You are my servant."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now go draw us a nice warm bath. Start supper and launder our clothes."

"Yes, ma'am." Gisbon replied submissively. He hurried away happy to be away
from these vengeful vixens.

A few hours later at Nottingham Castle ...

The messenger entered the sheriff's hall under a flag of truce. The atmosphere
in the castle reeked with fear. An army of thousands of peasants camped just
outside the walls. The sheriff looked upon the messenger as a sign of hope.
Negotiations meant delay. Delay meant more time for relief to arrive.

"Robin Hood wishes a parley with you, my lord. At the old barn two leagues
south of here. Tonight at midnight. No weapons or retainers." The bearded old
peasant related Marion's offer.

This was even better news. Usually negotiations took place in clear view of
both armies. The fact that Marion wanted secret talks indicated that her
motives were less than pure. It opened a wide range of options for the wily
sheriff.

"Tell this Robin Hood I will meet him as he requested. But no trickery." The
sheriff replied.

The old man nodded. "Yes, my Lord," and he quickly departed.

After thinking for a minute, the sheriff figured out a plan. "Captain, as soon
as night falls, take three of your toughest men and sneak into the barn.
Travel light, no armor and minimal weapons. Scout the location for a trap.
Send one man back to the castle with word of anything dangerous. You and the
other two men hide and prepare for an ambush. Understand?"

"Yes, my lord." Captain Smith replied and retreated out of the hall. He had a
lot to do.

The sheriff remembered the witch's warning about Marion's fighting skills. He
would have 4 to 1 odds if everything went according to plan. That should be
enough to take a solitary girl no matter how good she was.

An hour later, back in Sherwood Forest ...

Gisbon could barely stand. He had worked the entire day; bath, laundry,
cooking and cleaning. Add that to the ferocious beating he had taken and it
left one exhausted ex-knight. He watched the girls finish their third course
of bacon, eggs and bread. Not much but it was all he could find. Of course,
they had not allowed their manservant to share the food. The smell made him
very, very hungry.

The sight of the nubile young women also awoke another type of hunger in the
battered man. Each girl sat at the table topless. Their clothes would not be
dry until the next day. Sarah definitely was the best endowed of the three
girls. Mary had a nice pair topped with big pink nipples. Wanda had almost no
breasts but Gisbon found her bronzed torso with its rippling muscles just as
exciting, if not more so, than the other two.

He began to feel a slight stirring between his legs. Sarah allowed him no
clothing and his nudity added to the sexual tension in the room. The male
silently cursed his raging libido and looked away from the intoxicating
display of female flesh. Things had gone badly enough for the young knight. He
refused do submit to these girls sexually.

But they had other ideas on the subject. It started with Mary. She un-
accidentally drooped some egg on the floor.

"Hey boy, come clean this up." The redhead said in a mocking voice. Her hatred
for Gisbon had only increased with the painful lump on her head.

The new manservant hastened to obey the command. He grabbed a near by bucket
and knelt at her feet. He tried to throw the egg away but it somehow diverted
to his waiting mouth. The girls roared with laughter. The great knight was
reduced to eating table scraps.

"Are you hungry?" Mary purred. "There may be some egg on my foot."

She twisted in her chair and offered him her right foot. Again Gisbon tried to
resist and again he failed. The foot looked so inviting that he began to kiss
it without thinking. His lust increased to a raging torrent. Gisbon found
himself succumbing to the inevitable.

Mary giggled with pleasure at this display of female domination. For her it
represented the first step on a long road of atonement for the hapless male.
Unfortunately, big Wanda cut it short.

"My eggs are cold." She cried. With that the amazon grabbed Gisbon by the hair
and forced him across her lap. "Its time for your punishment."

He braced himself for the first blow on his vulnerable rear. But when it came,
her hand felt almost pleasing. Wanda could feel his firmness against her leg
and the spanking just provided her an excuse to play with his cute butt. She
resented the ex-knight for the opposite reason as Mary. Despite obvious
overtures Gisbon had never invited the big girl into his bed. Now Wanda wanted
to show him just what he had passed up on.

After half a dozen love taps she forced the male to his feet. He had entered a
sort of sexual trance. Gisbon, unable to accept this latest submission, had
retreated to some dark corner of his mind. His massive manhood sprouted up
from between his legs like a thick tree. "Wow," Wanda said after seeing what
she had been missing out on.

"Well girls, Guy and I have some old business to discuss." She said, trying to
lead the naked man out of the room.

"Not so fast." Sarah jumped up. "He's mine tonight."

Wanda hesitated. Like most girls at the castle, she feared the buxom blonde.
Time after time Sarah proved to be more than a match for all comers, men and
women alike. But Gisbon seemed like he might be worth fighting for.

Common sense finally took over and Wanda relinquished her male captive. The
three girls were alone in enemy territory. They could not afford to be
fighting over boys.

"Clean up the dinner, Ladies. And good night." Sarah said, her arm around the
trembling male. She led him into the bedroom and shut the door. The two
immediately cozied up on the large bed dominating the room. Her hand found his
massive tool.

But Sarah too had run out of gas. The bed felt so comfortable and the ale from
dinner brought blessed sleep to the girl snuggled up under his arm. Gisbon
slowly returned to the land of the living as he realized that he was not about
to be ravished. Of course, a part of him wanted it in the worst way. The man
briefly flirted with the idea of leaving Sarah and finding the exotic Wanda.
But he dared not risk Sarah's wrath.

So he just lay there with her hand still wrapped around his throbbing member.
Sleep came very slowly to the ex-knight. Shortly after it did come, he was
rudely awakened. The rape had begun.

"Sarah?" he asked in the darkness. Gisbon lay on his back with his hands
firmly pinned over his head. He could feel her sweetness enveloping his tool.

"Yes, my love." She replied breathlessly.

"Should you be doing this? Aren't you the sheriff's girl?"

"I'm my own girl now and I'll take whatever man I want. Understand? And if you
breathe a word of this to the sheriff, I'll cut your balls off."

Gisbon moaned an affirmation as he submitted to the dominant female. She led
him down a path of unparalleled sexual bliss and forbidden pleasures. The
couple explored lovemaking as only a mistress and manservant can do.