The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 7 By Madcat A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women. Meanwhile, in a small barn south of Nottingham ... Marion entered the building thru the rear entrance. The night was hot so she wore only the blouse and tights. With the shirt unbuttoned down to her navel, no one would mistake the young woman for her older brother. But Marion did not care. The time for disguises had come to an end. Torchlight lit up the barn. The malevolent sheriff waited patiently at the other end. Dressed entirely in black, the shadows highlighted his gaunt, evil features. "My dear Marion, you look ravishing tonight. But I wonder if such attire is appropriate for negotiations. " The sheriff jested. "I did not come here to negotiate. I'm here to accept your surrender." "I came here under a flag of truce. Is their treachery afoot?" "My message said nothing of a truce. I wanted to end or conflict right here. Man against woman. Of course, you can surrender to me now and save yourself a beating." "My dear girl, it will be you who end up surrendering. Captain Smith, seize this wench." The burly captain appeared from behind a cart of hay. His two best sergeants, Thomas and Jones, leapt in from the loft and quickly took positions encircling the solitary girl. The sheriff laughed. "Want to give up or do you think you can take these three men?" "Only coward would have others fight a girl." Marion said with a smile. She had expected such treachery. "Get her!" he howled. Thomas moved in fast from Marion's right and received a fist to the nose for his trouble. The surprised male staggered back trying to staunch the flow of blood. She spun around and caught an on rushing Jones with a kick to the groin. It stopped the big man in his tracks. Marion finished him with a knee to the face. Captain Smith grabbed the dark haired beauty from behind. "Gotcha." He exclaimed prematurely. His hands gripped her steely biceps. The good captain began to get concerned as he felt them swell with power. But Marion gave him little time to worry as she drove her bony elbow into his midsection. "I don't think so." The comparatively slender girl hollered as she wrenched her right arm free. Marion whirled around with incredible speed and hit the burly captain on the side of the head. He staggered back and his female foe flowed up with more power punches. The girl hit with an unimaginable force given her sleek and sexy appearance. She needed to finish him in a hurry before his wounded mates could come to his aid. Unfortunately, the thick skulled Captain Smith refused to cooperate. He took her best punches and even managed a couple of ineffectual counter attacks. After backing him up to a stall, Marion went for broke. Her sixth sense warned her of a looming danger to the rear. She kicked Smith in the groin and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. The girl turned around just in time. An enraged and bloody Thomas charged her with a dirk held high above his head. For him this battle had become personal. The sheriff's orders to capture the lass no longer mattered after her painful shot to his nose. Only her blood could compensate him. Thomas was one of the smallest sergeants to rise thru the ranks. He had done it using his speed, skill and his dangerous temper. It meant he was a couple inches shorter than Marion and not nearly as strong. Just as he thought the blade would take the girl in the throat, her hand shot up and clasped his wrist. Much to his amazement, the dirk's razor sharp point stopped scant inches from her perfect skin. Thomas wasted no time switching gears and hit her hard in the gut with his left. Marion winced in pain but kept her grip on his right wrist. Using her prodigious strength, she brought his dirk down and cracked him hard in the chin with her freehand. The girl drove him back to the cart. In a flash her own knife came out and descended on his chest. The desperate man grabbed her wrist but could not stop the downward progress. He died a few seconds later. Sergeant Jones had pulled his own dirk and got unsteadily to his feet. He had fought this Marion before and had no illusions about going one on one with her despite his size advantage. When she turned around with her bloody blade, the brave male turned and fled. He exited the front door at full speed and two arrows took him in the chest. Poor Jones died without a sound. Will and Little John never missed at that range. The beautiful brunette stepped over the still prostrate body of the captain. Holding out her knife, she said, "Surrender or die." The sheriff knew he was finished. His retinue of guards on the nearby hill could not help him. Marion had outfoxed the fox and he obviously stood no chance against the remarkable young lady in combat. "You win, I surrender. What will you do with me?" "Friar Tuck will take you to a monastery where you will live out the rest of your life in the service of the Lord. King Richard is already sending a new garrison for Nottingham." She explained while grabbing a pair of shackles from the wall. The sheriff sighed with relief. He could survive the monastery and perhaps raise a new army at some later date. "But first there is the matter of your punishment for crimes against the people." Marion said while shackling his wrists. Next her razor sharp knife cut his clothes from his body. "What are you doing?" the nobleman asked, his voice tinged with fear. "Shut up scum. I should kill you. Be quiet lest I change my mind." The girl said while leading him over to a hook on the wall. She looped the chain of the shackles over the hook so his hands were suspended above his head. Facing the wall, the sheriff turned his head to see Marion take a whip off another hook. "No, please, don't. I can pay you." He wailed. "I don't want your money. I want you to feel what all those folks felt who could not pay your taxes. Here bite on this." She said, placing a leather strap in his mouth. Then the girl took her spot five paces away and snapped the whip across his back. Captain Smith got slowly to his feet and watched the sheriff get his just deserts. He quickly discarded the idea of coming to his lord's aid. The male had been beaten to a pulp twice in as many weeks by ferocious young females. He had no desire to add to his misery and Marion looked more than capable of doing so. The girl glowed with terrible beauty as she traced lines of red across the naked sheriff's back. The whip wielding Marion turned to the battered captain. She had done quite a job on his ugly face. He almost lost control of his bodily functions as he gazed back at her powerful hips and gaping blouse. "Go back to the castle and order your garrison to stand down. My army will leave in the morning. Wait for the king's emissary." Marion commanded. She walked over and brazenly grabbed his groin. "Don't betray me or I'll have these for breakfast." The girl whispered into his ear. "Yes-yes, ma'am." He stammered and started to move towards the front door. "Go out the back or my boys will kill you before you get 5 paces." She explained before releasing him. The dimwitted captain scampered thru the rear exit and into the darkness. Marion whistled loudly. Will and Little John came running. Both men stood in shocked silence upon entering the barn. They were woefully unprepared for the erotic nature of the scene that greeted them. Whip wielding Marion stood beside the naked and bound sheriff. The boys just stared at their shapely and oh so dominant bandit queen. "Don't just stand there. Get the sheriff over to Friar Tuck before his guards get smart and come down here." She ordered and her men obeyed. A couple of days later, deep in Sherwood Forest ... Gisbon busied himself by cleaning the kitchen floor. Little had changed since the girls had arrived a couple of days ago. They forced him to cook, clean and do all types of other chores. The irony of his new position of servant to the serving girls caused him no end of despair. At night, the busty Sarah bedded him with unbridled passion. Every day he dreamed of somehow resisting the dominant blonde and every night he ended up giving her everything. A couple of times during the long dark nights, the desperate male even tried to fight her physically. Sarah easily overpowered his feeble attempts and further fueled his growing inferiority complex. The door opened and little Mary burst in. "Come outside, Guy. We want you to help us practice sword fighting." Earlier in the morning, he had fashioned some wood swords for the girls. Sarah had started the lesson but the voluptuous leader had few skills to teach. Gisbon leapt to his feet, excited to be free of chores for a time. He re-adjusted his robe to make sure nothing was hanging out. At least Sarah had allowed him some attire. His new lover, if you could call it love, did not want the other females gawking at his private parts. That did not prevent Mary from goosing him on the way out. She never missed a chance to humiliate him. He glared down at the smaller girl swore that some day he would get even with her. "Gisbon, show Wanda how to hold the sword." Sarah commanded. He did and gave the amazon a few other pointers. The girl wore only her trousers and the sight of her awesome chest inspired the young man. Every time he touched her strong arm or rippling muscles he felt a jolt of sexual energy pass between them. The young man was quite certain that she had the same response. Finally he went behind Wanda and adjusted her sword height. His rock hard manhood pressed against her incredibly firm buttocks and she seemed to quiver with delight. Needless to say, this flirtatious display shocked poor Sarah and she quickly took steps to end it. "Guy, take this sword." The blonde ordered, throwing him the wooden pole. "Lets see how Wanda does in sparring." The mock sword felt good in Gisbon's hands. The two would be lovers traded shots and the smaller male quickly got the upper hand. Wanda moved slowly and he easily blocked her powerful strokes. They started dueling lightly but the intensity scaled up as frustration grew in the girl's heart. Finally, Wanda launched a massive overhead smash. Gisbon saw it coming and easily dodged. Wanda's momentum carried her forward and the male slapped her sexy rear as she passed by. "Gotcha." He chuckled. After all the indignities the hapless male suffered the last two days, he really enjoyed schooling the mighty Wanda in swordsmanship. His laughter had the opposite effect on his female foe. His blow had stung her rear and his gloating hurt her pride. She could not stand to be laughed at in front of the other girls. Wanda came up swinging. The male dodged her first few blows but quickly noted that something had changed. Pine sword or not, Wanda swung with such power that she could kill or maim an unarmored man. Gisbon needed to end this thing quickly. The girl gave him a perfect chance when she missed with another overhead attack. This time Gisbon opted to disarm the girl. He did not want to hurt her. So he crashed his sword down on hers and forced it out of the girl's hands. The move brought him in close proximity to the amazon warrior. Standard tactics dictated that he shoulder his enemy to force her back. Sadly, when he tried this on Wanda, the weaker male just bounced off her glistening torso. She moved quickly to take control. Wanda wrenched the sword from his hand and smashed the handle into face. Then in one fluid movement she took the bottom of the pine pole and hooked him behind his knee. Before he could react, Gisbon found himself up ended and flying thru the air. He landed hard on his back with his white robe in his face. The victorious amazon planted a foot on his chest and pointed her sword at her fallen foe. "Yield to me." She demanded. Gisbon quickly noted that Wanda was not looking into his eyes. Instead, her gaze shifted down between his legs. The male knew that Wanda and the rest of the girls could see everything. Yet he made no move to cover his shameful display of aroused manhood. Gisbon desperately desired the beautiful amazon to take him then and there. After weeks of female domination, the ex-knight scarcely realized just how submissive he had become. Sarah quickly intervened again. Her wonderful plan had backfired. She whispered into Mary's ear, "Hurt him," then grabbed Wanda led her away. "You need a cold bath." Sarah commented to the beautiful amazon. Mary helped Gisbon to his feet. "Its my turn for a lesson." She said ignoring his advanced state of arousal. He watched Wanda disappear into the house and took a couple of deep breaths. Being alone with the hateful red head caused him some degree of apprehension but the man tried not to let it show. He did not want Mary to know that he was afraid of her. The lesson started normally enough. Mary proved to be a much faster learner than her predecessor and quickly mastered the basic stance. Gisbon's arousal faded away slowly. Mary still wore her old servant dress which showed little of her nubile young body. He no longer noticed her pretty green eyes and beautiful face due to her unabated animosity. Mary insisted on moving quickly to the sparring part of the practice and Gisbon unwisely agreed. He hoped to give the little spitfire a very painful lesson in swordsmanship. But the girl disappointed him. She turned out to be a natural with the pine sword as the two gradually escalated their dueling. The red head's supreme intensity told the male that much more than bragging rights rested on the outcome this battle. His pole desperately sought an opening in her defenses that never came. Mary moved with catlike agility and stayed one step ahead of the tiring man. Finally, Gisbon missed big and Mary punched him hard in the nose. The blow stunned him for just a second but it was more than enough time for the girl rap his sword hand. The sword fell from his grasp and Mary waste no time in raining blows at his head. Gisbon sacrificed his forearms to block her attacks with the wood sword. So the vicious female blasted him in the stomach. He bent over and she hit him hard across the back of the head. Mary held nothing back. She hated this male foe and figured her small size prevented any lasting damage. Gisbon pitched forward and fell face first into the grass. This little practice session had turned into a ferocious beating and, as he gazed up at a gleaming Mary, a terribly one sided beating at that. Mary knew that this was her chance for revenge and in her mind it had not yet started. She could remember every last humiliation that he had inflicted on her back at Nottingham castle and intended to subject the lecherous man to each and every one. The girl prodded him with her sword. "Get up." She commanded. He obeyed slowly. His battered and fatigued body simply refused to move fast. Gisbon smiled faintly, glad that the painful battle had ended and he could get back to some housework. He had no idea the horrible fate that awaited him. She was about to give the clueless man a lesson. "Strip!" the girl commanded, still pointing the sword. His eyes widened in alarm as the first inklings of her evil plan became obvious. Gisbon found the last of his diminishing courage and attacked. He grabbed her sword and tried to push the girl down. Caught by surprise, Mary could not resist his momentum. But the wily female had other plans. She kicked a leg up and sent the hapless male careening over her head. He landed in a heap and flopped on to his back. His robe had kicked up again exposing his private parts. But Gisbon was too beaten to care. By the time he looked up, Mary stood over his prone body. The little red head used her sword to nudge between his legs. "Get up and take off your clothes or else!" she threatened. The fact that he had lost to this little hellion brought tears to his eyes but he hastened to obey her command. She kept the wooden sword pressed ominously against his manhood to insure compliance. Soon the girl would use this crudely fashioned this weapon of war as the primary instrument of her revenge. "Now, off to the barn where we can have a little privacy." Mary ordered, her face flushed with anticipation. A few minutes later Sarah heard Gisbon's muffled cries. A part of her wanted to help the hapless male but she decided against it. Mary deserved her revenge. Plus, Sarah's love affair with the handsome knight had lost much of its luster. Nor was time her friend. The busty blonde would soon have to leave her latest lover before Marion and her bandits finished with the sheriff. Instead, she ran her hand down Wanda's beautiful body. The two naked, wet females lay together intertwined on the large bed. Wanda heard the cries too and started to protest. Sarah silenced them a long, hot kiss. There was more than one reason Sarah brought the big girl on this little mission. "Don't worry honey, Mary won't hurt him too badly." Sarah advised as her fingers sought Wanda's most sensitive spot.