The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 8
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


Marion ran thru the gathering darkness, leaving her rag tag army to celebrate
their triumph over the sheriff. She missed Gisbon deeply and wanted to get
back to him. The girl also had a gnawing suspicion that something was wrong.
The dire feelings only increased as she neared the old manor house. Her pace
quickened.

By the time the slender lass arrived outside of her secluded home, she was
drenched in perspiration. The girl doffed the heavy leather jerkin and
backpack. Marion's white blouse clung seductively to her female chest. She
surveyed the lighted house for signs of trouble and found none. Yet her dire
feelings continued.

The candles flickered inside the great room as the ladies finished their
evening meal. Their miserable manservant stood in the corner wearing just his
loincloth. The robes he wore earlier in the day desperately required
laundering but the male was just too tired. A melancholy feeling had settled
over the house that evening. Only Mary seemed to be enjoying herself as she
quaffed her third pint.

Gisbon glared at the little redhead with pure hatred. He had silently vowed
revenge against her a hundred times during her hideous sexual assault. Fueling
the fires of fury was his own sense of helplessness and powerlessness. The
ex-knight could not believe he had allowed the skinny little red head to abuse
him. In reality, he had allowed nothing. Mary had forced the issue. His body,
covered in angry welts and dark bruises, testified to that fact.

"Hey boy, more ale. And get these dishes out of here." Mary ordered with a
smile.

Despite his seething hatred, Gisbon immediately obeyed the feisty little
spitfire. His palatable fear of the girl over rode all other emotions.

Wanda grimaced at Mary's words. For her, this whole adventure had gotten way
out of hand. She pitied the handsome man and wanted to help him somehow. But
the big girl dared not cross the other two. She decided to slip away that
evening and return to the castle. Wanda would take the unfortunate knight with
her if he wanted to go.

The leader of the mission had gone sour as well. To her, Gisbon looked like
damaged goods and any feelings she had for him had vanished. Sarah also
realized that her little fantasy of acting like a woman warrior would soon be
ending. The sheriff could not prevail against Marion's host. And the rest of
the world had no place for women with swords. Soon she would be back in the
kitchen scrubbing pans.

Only Mary relished this final night of female domination. The afternoon with
Guy empowered the bitter woman and tonight's drinking further reduced her
inhibitions. She dreamed up more plans for the unfortunate male as he
approached with another pint. Her eyes scanned his luscious, albeit battered,
body. This no longer had anything to do with vengeance.

The little red head stuck her foot out. "I have some food on my foot. Be a
doll and clean it for me."

Gisbon knew what she wanted and it stopped him in his tracks. He wanted to say
no to this hated female but her foot beckoned to him. It looked so soft and
desirable. The male fell to his knees and cradled the beautiful thing in his
hands. His tongue quickly went to work as he paid homage to the woman who
brutally raped him just hours ago.

Mary giggled with delight at her new powers. Sadly, they would be short lived.
The front door burst open and in walked a dark haired beauty with an evil look
on her face.

"What's going on here?" Marion asked sternly, her hand on the pommel of her
sword. The scene in the great room shocked her. While she had on a few
occasions dominated men for one reason or another, nothing could compare to
this. The sight of her young lover, so battered and humiliated by mere peasant
girls, infuriated the highborn lady.

The sound of her voice broke Gisbon's lustful trance. He quickly realized his
future wife had caught him in a very compromising position. He started to
speak but Sarah cut him off.

The busty blonde got up from the table and walked over to her nemesis. "We
were just partaking of Sir Guy's warm hospitality."

"She's lying. The sheriff sent her to kill you." Guy blurted out, still on his
knees with an enormous bulge between his legs. Mary responded to his bravado
with a quick kick to his head. Guy fell over backwards. The red head wasted no
time in leaping out of her chair and planting her foot on the middle of the
trembling man's chest.

Marion moved to help her lover but Sarah cut her off.

"The sheriff is dead and you will be soon, b----!" the new comer swore. She
tried to draw her weapon but Sarah intervened. The powerful blonde immobilized
her sword arm long enough for the hulking Wanda to join the fray. Together the
female villains wrestled the would be heroine back and pinned her arms to the
wall

Now it was Sarah's turn for revenge. She had always despised the snooty Marion
from her days back at the castle. The pretty noblewoman acted better than the
common folk. Marion had vigorously resisted Sarah's early attempts to impose
her warped sense of equality. Now pretentious lady had killed her knight in
shining armor. The girl must be made to pay for these transgressions, Sarah
thought.

"This shirt does nothing for you my dear. We must find you some proper
clothes." The blonde said as she ripped Marion's blouse from her slender
torso.

The sight of the bare chested brunette brought a momentary pause to the room.
Everyone understood what was happening. It occurred with some regularity back
at the castle and the trio of young women here were the most common
perpetrators.

Marion did not even bother to resist when Sarah's left hand removed her tights
and sword belt. Instead, she carefully bided her time. The beautiful brunette
had been in this situation before and would not go down without a fight.

The three villainesses paused again to admire Marion's naked splendor. While
much slimmer than the women holding her, the captive girl's body displayed an
amazing definition that could not be seen under the loose fitting blouse.
Cords of feminine muscle ran up her thighs, across her stomach and over her
chest. Yet it all formed a perfect hourglass figure that could tempt the most
pious priest. Sarah smiled with wicked delight.

Gisbon sobbed openly. He could not bear to watch his beloved get violated as
had happened to him. The defeated man looked up at Mary and noticed that the
red head no longer concerned herself with the ex-knight. She had something
much more interesting to watch. He knew this would be his last chance to save
Marion.

One minute Mary was watching the beautiful noblewoman's wonderful demise, the
next someone flung her face first into the wooden floor. She realized too late
that the pathetic Gisbon, who had submitted to every indignity that she could
think of, had somehow managed the audacity to attack her. Mary's head hit the
boards and the world started to spin.

Sarah heard the commotion and turned around. Cursing under her breath she said
to Wanda, "Hold her. I'll take care of Guy."

The busty blonde advanced and the nearly naked man rose to meet her. She had
to admire his foolhardy courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Sarah
whipped him so many times over the last month that she had lost count. The
girl expected nothing different this time around.

But for some unknown reason, Gisbon did. Perhaps he had nothing left to lose.
Or maybe he felt righteous for a change. For whatever reason, he stepped up
and launched a barrage of punches at the busty blonde. Most of them missed or
bounced off her strong shoulders. Then the girl reminded him of just how weak
and inferior he was with a fist to his nose. The brutal punch split his
defenses and staggered him back. Sarah grabbed him by the neck and pinned the
helpless male against the wall.

"I should kill you now, you pathetic excuse for a man." She screamed as her
fingers tightened around his windpipe.

Gisbon used both hands against her one at his neck but could not dislodge it.
He could feel his lungs burn and his world start to go black. Then the fingers
loosened a bit.

"But I'll let you watch me do your girlfriend first." Sarah continued. To
emphasize her point, she reached down and ripped off his loincloth.

"Let him go!" Marion demanded from behind the blonde villainess.

Sarah threw Gisbon to the floor with one hand and spun around. Much to her
dismay, Marion stood astride Wanda's inert body. Sarah's best ally lay face
down at her enemy's feet. The blonde suddenly felt out numbered. She looked
down to see Mary struggling stand.

The evil girl helped the red head. "Take care of that fool. I'll finish her
ladyship." She told her lone ally.

Mary nodded. "With pleasure."

The girls split up and little Mary advanced on the fallen male. He massaged
his bruised throat and looked up with fear at the redhead. Gisbon doubted if
his battered body could withstand another beating.

"Get up, cowardly dog, and fight." Mary ordered. Sounds of a ferocious female
battle just behind her did not divert the girl's attention away from the nude
man lying at her feet.

Gisbon stood up slowly and towered over the smaller girl. It seemed ridiculous
to the well muscled male that such a pretty little thing could threaten him
so. Yet they both knew who would win this battle of the sexes. The larger man
marshaled his courage and steeled himself for this fight that he could not
avoid.

Mary read the fear in his eyes and attacked doggedly. Unlike her male
opponent, she had supreme confidence in her abilities. The girl could have
finished him off while he lay on the ground. But that would have been no fun.
So instead she grabbed his shoulders and forced him back to the wall.

The naked man fought her every inch of the way but he simply had nothing left
to give. He watched in abject horror as the little girl, who barely measured
up to his shoulders, pinned his beefy arms to the wall. His will to fight
collapsed as he realized his tired muscles could not compete with her primal
fury.

An intoxicating mix of power and control swept thru the redhead's mind as she
bent him to her will. Clasping his hands in hers she forced his wrists back
painfully. Gisbon fell to his knees and gazed up at her beautiful green eyes.
They blazed with excitement, lust and passion.

"Yield to me, dog." Mary demanded.

Gisbon was well beyond his yield point and went straight to begging. "Don't
hurt me anymore, please."

Mary did not consider herself to be a mean person and decided to have mercy on
her fallen foe. But that did not mean she was above using him for further
gratification. The young woman's single minded lust for power drove her beyond
reason. No longer in touch with reality, she twisted and threw Gisbon to the
floor. In one sweeping motion Mary discarded her old dress and prepared to
mount the defeated male.

At this point he could only gaze up at her naked beauty. For a fleeting
second, Gisbon recalled his old attraction for this nubile serving girl.
Creamy white skin, flat stomach and ample bosom caught his attention. Then she
lowered her glistening mound on to his waiting mouth. Mary almost exploded
with pleasure as his tongue found her sweet spot.

A female hand cut short the ecstasy. Marion grabbed the redhead by her
beautiful mane and pulled the girl off her boyfriend. Mary responded by
slamming her bony fist into the brunette stomach. It bounced off the taller
girl's magnificently muscled abdomen.

"I don't think so." Marion muttered as she hip tossed the smaller girl aside.

Mary landed well and rolled to her feet. She immediately sought out Sarah and
found her lying in a heap with Wanda. But little Mary was in no mood to back
down. She had whipped larger opponents in the past.

The redhead charged Marion with a wild scream. Mary had no illusion about
overpowering her buff opponent. Instead, her sharp fingernails sought out
Marion's firm breasts. The brunette quickly figured this out and locked up
Mary's wrists. Then the big girl spun her foe around and drove the enemy back
to the dining table.

Gisbon got slowly to his feet, all the while watching this most amazing
combat. He wanted to help the brave Marion but it looked like she had the
situation under control.

Then everything changed. Mary managed to get her leg up and place her foot
between the taller girls heaving breasts. With a firm kick she sent Marion
flying. The beautiful brunette tripped, fell over backwards and bounced her
head off the floor. This was the opportunity Gisbon was waiting for: a chance
to save his beloved Marion. He leapt at the redhead and tried to tackle the
cute little wench. Nothing could stop him now, he thought.

Except for a foot to the groin. Mary saw him coming all the way and halted the
unfortunate man in his tracks. When Gisbon grabbed his wounded body parts she
hit him with a right cross to the chin. The handsome male went sprawling
across the floor from the surprisingly hard punch. His counter- attack had
ended in immediate and humiliating defeat.

Mary took a second to admire her handy work and it proved to be her undoing.
Marion got up and chopped the little girl on the shoulder. Pain exploded thru
Mary's body and she started to fall. Marion caught her. The big girl wasted no
time pushing the smaller female to the table and banging her head against the
hard oak. By this time Mary was out on her feet.

Marion marched her enemy over to the door and tossed the girl out into the
night. She repeated this for the big busted Sarah. Wanda got up and left under
her own power. The battle was over. The fair maiden had rescued the brave
knight once again.

Two years later, still tucked away in Sherwood Forest ...

Gisbon waited in the barn for his beautiful wife to arrive. He impatiently
paced back and forth. His life had been wonderful since marrying Marion. Last
year, God graced them with a son and the ex-knight had turned into a devoted
husband and father. Gisbon could not have been happier but one little thing
still bothered him. He could not forget his mixed battles of yester year.

The male had begun exercising with his wife before they got married. Soon he
could run, jump and lift as much as she could. Then Marion got pregnant and
slowed down her strenuous activities but Gisbon did not. He stepped up the
pace of his workouts. Now the man literally rippled with muscle. He felt ready
to dispel his lingering demons about female domination.

Marion approached the barn with growing excitement. When her husband had
suggested this activity a month ago, she had rejected the idea. They had
strong, healthy marriage. Marion did not care who was stronger or tougher. But
Gisbon kept asking and finally she relented. Now, as the hour approached,
Marion began to feel the thrill of competition. She even dressed in her old
Robin Hood outfit for the battle.

The girl looked her body just before entering the barn. Her lean, slender
appeal had vanished with the baby. She had put on a lot of weight and shed
only part of it. But her biceps felt even bigger than before. The girl's
breasts had almost doubled in size and the green tights barely fit over her
wide hips. Despite her lack of vigorous exercise, she felt bigger and stronger
than ever.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Marion asked her mate sweetly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"Well, what if I beat you? You won't get all upset, will you? Remember how you
were after getting roughed up by those three peasant girls."

"You won't beat me. I have changed a lot since the last time I fought those
girls." Gisbon responded very seriously. To emphasize his point, the male
removed his tunic and flexed his biceps.

Marion took a couple of seconds to admire her husband's physique. While not
overly large, he looked chiseled out of living rock. His chest tapered down to
a small waist and his old brown trousers. The wife wanted her own moment of
admiration and stripped off her tight white blouse.

This time Gisbon took his turn staring at his topless spouse. Her lean
musculature had given way to a voluptuous figure more like that of his arch-
nemesis, Sarah. This similarity caused his first pangs of doubt over the
coming fight. In many ways the girl's upper body looked even larger than his,
especially with Marion's swollen breasts sitting high and mighty on her
wonderful chest.

"Well tough guy, quit staring and let's get going." Marion said. She briefly
flirted with the idea of letting him win. It would mean a lot to her husband
and his fragile male ego. But, sadly, the girl could not bring herself to
deliberately lose.

The two circled each other warily. This grudge match broke new ground for the
couple since their wedding two years ago. Neither knew exactly how to engage
the other. Finally, Gisbon moved up and grabbed his lovely wife's silky smooth
shoulders.

He tried to force her backward but, much to the male's surprise, that proved
impossible. Her shapely body turned to granite as she deprived her husband of
the chance to demonstrate his masculine power. Nonetheless, Marion felt
herself beginning to lose this marathon test of strength. Gisbon's massive
muscles could not be denied forever. So the beautiful woman decided to teach
her unfortunate husband about wrestling skills.

Concern crisscrossed the man's face. How could his beautiful wife defy him so?
He should have won this contest easily but somehow the girl simply refused to
give up. Finally, just as he began to weaken, Gisbon felt his opponent start
to give ground.

Things started to move quickly at that point. Marion twisted, crossed her
arms, and used the male's momentum to toss him through the air.

Gisbon's athleticism allowed him to land well and roll to his feet before his
wily female opponent could capitalize. But her small victory in this opening
skirmish reminded the man of those humiliating defeats two years ago. Try as
he may, Gisbon could not shake the looming specter of defeat and domination at
the hands of this gorgeous woman.

As a result, he became hesitant and timid. Marion wasted no time taking the
initiative. The girl backed her prey into a corner using a series of faints.
Then she got in behind him and put the unfortunate man into a full Nelson. He
resisted furiously but could not break her powerful hold. As Gisbon began to
falter, the beautiful woman reached around with her left hand and untied the
drawstring around his pants.

A protest died in Gisbon's mouth. He knew what the girl wanted and that his
protests would fall on deaf ears. Instead, the male saw an opening. The girl
used just one hand to control his neck. The heavier male dropped to one knee
and bent forward. Marion could no longer hold him up nor extricate her arm in
time. The female foe catapulted over his shoulders and landed with an "Oof!"

Gisbon got up slowly. This long battle had severely tested his stamina. But
his drive for victory over the fairer sex kept him going. When he tried to
walk, his favorite trousers fell to his ankles. Not wanting to miss an
opportunity for victory, Gisbon stepped out of the fallen garment and placed
one foot in the middle of his wife's glorious cleavage and announced with a
smile, "I think I won."

The flip had stunned the big lass. It took her totally by surprise and she
patiently regained her composure. The girl smiled back and admired her
husband's masculine beauty. He wore only a small cod piece which barely cover
his potent tool.

He could feel her sensual stare and his mind wandered. Hers refocused on
winning. With blinding speed, Marion tackled him about the knees and sent the
buff male crashing face forward into the dirt.

The battle at this point turned permanently in favor of the female as she
climbed atop the fallen foe. Gisbon panicked struggled desperately to stand.
This poorly thought out reaction allowed Marion to flip him on to his back.
Soon she sat astride his massive shoulders with her defeated husband solidly
pinned underneath.

"I think I won." The female gloated while looking down at his handsome face
between her thighs.

Gisbon struggled briefly until the reality of his situation struck home. He
could not escape this time. Looking up at her face through the glorious canyon
formed by her mountainous, new breasts, he submitted.

"You win but lets do one more fall."

"First you have to kiss me."

He looked at her quizzically.

"You know, sweetheart, kiss me down there. Like you used to do."

Still, Gisbon hesitated. He had not done this to Marion after that first
afternoon together. This act of obedience would be the first step on a return
to that awful world he had left behind. But he could see no other way out. So
he gave her a little peck on her green tights.

This timid act failed to satisfy the female champion. She grabbed his head and
forced his lips to her moist mound. It felt wonderful and Marion decided to
further pursue this line of activity after the match.

Gisbon got up slowly after being released by his lovely wife. His body shook
with exhaustion. But mentally it was even worse. His stunning defeat fractured
an ego that had taken months to rebuild. He saw himself as totally inferior to
his stout wife and had no chance against her. Gisbon now decided to try and
back out of the next fall.

"Let's not bother with another round." He said looking over at her undeniably
sexy body. His manhood quivered with excitement.

"Oh, common. One more. It'll be fun. You almost got me last time." She
replied, dusting herself off. Her fingers paid special attention to her hard
round nipples

"OK," he reluctantly agreed. Gisbon did not bother to wipe his grimy body
down. He looked like a horse had run him down while Marion radiated powerful
sensuality. She now looked taller and stronger than her defeated husband.

Marion wasted no time proving this illusion to be true. The two grapplers met
in the middle of the barn and the female took immediate control. She twisted
her fading husband back forth demonstrating her superior might and then flung
him face first into the ground.

He wasted no time in trying to stand. Marion moved in to help him out. With
one hand she grabbed his skimpy little cod piece. The other took his blonde
hair. The girl attempted to hoist him to his feet but the cod piece ripped
free.

"Oops." She said, before discarding the ruined cloth.

Gisbon had no time to lament his sudden nudity. The gorgeous brunette hip
tossed him to the ground as soon as he got to his feet. This time the battered
husband accepted the inevitable defeat and rolled on to his back.

While Marion enjoyed putting her husband in his place, she had no desire to
dominate him as the peasant girls had done. The poor man obviously had enough
for one day. So the girl gently put her foot on his chest and flexed her
mighty biceps.

"I think I won again." She smiled down at him.

"Yes, dear, you beat me." He acknowledged her supremacy. Gisbon knew as he
gazed up at her voluptuous body that he would never better this girl in
combat. She removed her green tights and straddled his shoulders once again.

"Now, how about another victory kiss?" Marion asked while squeezing her big
pillowy breasts. The lusty lass moaned with pleasure as her husband lovingly
performed his oral duties. And they lived happily ever after.