The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 1
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


She looked down at the body of her brother and wept. A bolt had pierced his
shoulder and the rot had set in. The girl had done all she could but it wasn't
enough. Now the great Robin Hood was dead.

Ambushed by the Sheriff's men, Robin had all but escape before his luck ran
out. It took him three days to crawl back to the sister's manor house. Now all
that the maid Marion could do was bury him someplace that his enemies would
never find him.

His death would deal a mortal blow to the growing rebellion. The Sheriff would
have no one to oppose his evil plans. And Marion hated the Sheriff with all
her heart. He had kidnapped the young lady years ago and held her for ransom.
Her aging father died before the ransom could be paid off. Robin, returning
from the holy land, rescued the comely lass from the Sheriff's castle.

He had not seen her in seven years and was surprised to see that his little
sister had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She had auburn hair and
beautiful, come hither eyes. Work in the castle's kitchen gave her a sturdy
frame. Her strong shoulders made her small breasts seem larger and more full.

The Sheriff's men had been rough on her during the captivity. But Robin had
always insisted seeing her purity and referred to her as the maid. He taught
her to ride, shoot and fight. He also hid her away where the Sheriff's men
would never find her.

Marion owed Robin more than just a burial. Perhaps she could carry on the
struggle? The siblings had very similar facial features. If she cut her hair,
it would be difficult to tell them apart. And the girl could fight just as
well or better than her big brother. Marion remembered their last sword
fighting lesson. She bested him time after time. Somewhat taken aback, Robin
tried to repair his damaged pride by playfully wrestling her to the ground.
But Marion turned the tables on her big brother and pinned him instead. She
could distinctly remember the feel of his virile young body as he squirmed
underneath her.

Big brother never came back for lessons after that.

Meanwhile, back at Nottingham Castle ...

The Sheriff left his great hall and the revelry behind. Guy Gisbon and the
rest of his knights loudly celebrated the death of Robin Hood. But his foolish
men had not found a body. The accursed bandit leader seemed to have nine
lives. The Sheriff had to know for sure. He ducked into a secret passage and
headed down. The lanky man came to a locked door and pulled out the only key.
He entered unannounced.

"Is he dead?" the man shouted. No one could hear them this deep under the
castle.

"Yes," the witch hissed. "Your enemy is dead."

He studied the naked female as she crossed the dimly lit room. Runic tattoos
covered her olive skin. The young woman possessed a certain sultry beauty but
her innate strangeness turned off usually horny noble. His witch provided so
much help that he treated her like a princess. Some day she would make him
king.

"Are you sure?"

"Was Robin not at the appointed place? Did your men not wipe out the entire
group of bandits? Yes, he is dead. I have seen it. But you have not heard the
last from Robin Hood."

He gazed down at the little woman and smiled. "Witch, your tongue confuses me.
If he is dead, how will I hear from him? Does he have a ghost?"

"Sheriff, you worry too much. Come let us talk of my payment."

"Yes, yes, what do you want? Gold? Silver? More eye of newt?"

"I want you. It gets lonely down here." The wanton witch with said, running
her hand down his chest.

"I can't cavort with you, heathen. I am a good Christian gentleman. I'll send
one of my knights down."

Her hand clasped his and began to bend it backwards. Much to his surprise, the
much larger man could not stop her. She seemed possessed of super human power.
Before long he was on his knees staring into her large, round breasts. The
witch's nipples, wickedly hard due to the cool dank air, poked him painfully
about the face. The Sheriff just could not comprehend this. In his world,
women did not even speak unless spoken to.

"Stupid man. I can make love potions, healing potions and, yes, strength
potions. We can do this the hard way or the easy way."

He decided to kill the witch despite her value. The powerful nobleman could
not submit to a mere woman. With his right hand incapacitated, he could not
reach his sword but he had a dirk in his boot. His left hand flashed up with
deadly speed. The cold steel stopped inches from her flat stomach.

"I guess you want the hard way." The girl said, crushing his left wrist. The
blade clattered to the ground. No one heard him scream as she ripped the fine
garments from his trembling body.

Back in Sherwood Forest ...

Little John snored loudly. The sun had risen hours ago but he, Friar Tuck and
Will Scarlett still slumbered. The trio had drunk late into the night. With
Robin's death, the rest of the merry men (and women) had gone home. These
three ruffians refused to leave until the ale ran out.

A foot nudged the big man painfully in the side. He tried to ignore it at
first but the foot would not give up. "Go away, wretch!" Little John cursed.

"Wake up, handsome." A woman replied.

The melodious voice and the smell of feminine perfume woke the groggy male
like a splash of cold water. He opened his eyes and thought he saw a dead man.

"Robin?"

"No silly, its me." She said still needling him with her toes.

The girl came slowly into focus. She wore Robin's clothes and stood about the
same height. But the similarities ended there. A hint of cleavage shown in
Robin's leather jerkin and the man never looked that good in tights. "Marion?
You cut your hair."

"None other. John, why to the ladies call you little?" the Auburn haired
beauty queried.

The big man tracked her gaze and, with some embarrassment, noted that his cod
piece had slipped badly during the night. His impossibly large manhood was on
full display for the delighted young lady. John covered himself quickly and
jumped to his feet.

"I'm sorry, milady. Come give big John a hug."

He meant it in a platonic way, but the hug quickly morphed into something
more. John always liked the young Marion. As the sister of their beloved
leader, he treated the girl like a daughter. But something had changed this
day.

Marion felt the change too only it touched her straight in the stomach. The
man's tool seemed to pulsate warmly against her midsection. It had been a very
long time for the young woman and she had to resist the urge to take the big
strong man into the bushes. Unfortunately, they had work to do. The fun needed
to wait and yet the hug went on and on.

"Hey, its Marion." Friar Tuck announced sleepily.

His voice broke the sensual trance holding Marion and John in its grasp. The
two unclenched, flushed with embarrassment and excitement. The girl got
straight to work.

"Good morning Father." She said while using her toe on the still slumbering
Will.

"Good luck with that malcontent." The good friar said while pouring his first
ale of the morning.

"I know just what to do." Marion said prancing down to the river just a few
paces away. She returned with a bucket of clear, cold water. One splash later
Will was on his feet cursing to every god under the English sun. The other two
men laughed uproariously.

"Will, Marion is here." John jibed.

Scarlett's famous temper seemed to ebb away. "Why dear girl, in the name of
God, did you throw water on me?"

"Because it's almost noon and we have a lot to do."

"Really," Will laughed, "and what would that be."

"We must strike back at the Sheriff. Vengeance my dear Will."

"Robin is dead, Marion. The rebellion is over."

"I'm going to take Robin's place. From now on you all will refer to me with my
brother's name. The people, once they know that Robin lives, will rise. We
will turn my brother's death into victory."

"Marion, fighting is a man's game. Now go back home before you get yourself
hurt."

"Will Scarlett, you will address me as Robin or I will put you over my knee
and spank you like a little boy."

The indomitable Will Scarlett let out chuckle. He stepped up close to the girl
and tried to intimidate her. The man was only slightly taller than the female
but half again as wide. "Dearest Marion, you must be delirious with fever."

"OK, I warned you." The girl said while removing her backpack and sword belt.
She knew this time would come and figured it would be Will. Marion had to
prove herself to the boys and dispel her own lingering doubts. Its one thing
to beat up your brother but quite another to take on a full grown man.

Will was still laughing when her bony little fist cracked him upside the head.
The bigger man staggered back still unsure how to respond to this challenge.
The hardboiled mercenary had never fought a girl before. And this pretty
little thing punched like a man.

"That was just a warning shot. You better fight back before I finish you." The
comparatively slender lass teased. To emphasize her point, she drilled him
again. His bald head snapped back for the second time. That punch hurt more
than the first one.

The burly man decided to put gender aside. This girl needed a beating in the
worst way. The other chaps may be sore but he could smooth that over later.
Will advanced with his fists up, keeping a wary eye on the girl's.

Unfortunately, her next attack came from her feet. The girl kicked him
savagely in the stomach. Will doubled over from the force of the well placed
blow. Marion stepped up and pushed his head down. Still in the same motion,
she hip tossed the hapless male thru the air. Poor Will crashed to the ground
next to the smoldering camp fire.

Many men would have cut their losses at this point. The two were not enemies
and Marion had proved that she could more than hold her own with the boys. But
Will bounced to his feet with an expression of pure rage on his face. The
Scarlett temper drove him at the upstart girl. He intended to tackle her and
finish this silly exercise. But the man tackled only air. His cunning opponent
ducked at the last second and tripped him up. He flipped thru the air for the
second time.

Will's bulky body was just not designed for high energy impacts with the
ground. This time he fumbled to his knees despite his seething rage. Marion
moved in quickly and grabbed his outstretched arm. Within a fraction of a
second she had it bent painfully behind his back. Things looked grim for the
mighty Will Scarlett.

"Submit to me." Marion commanded sternly.

"God curse you wench." Will cried out. He tried desperately to stand but the
girl was too strong.

A stunned Little John watched the battle end. He had been ready to intervene
on Marion's behalf. Surely, the supple beauty stood no chance against a
veteran like Will. But she had handled the male easily. John could see Robin's
graceful fighting style in his sister. But Marion seemed to be significantly
stronger. It seemed impossible the smaller female could keep the much heavier
male on the ground. But there it was. He saw it with his own eyes. And he was
about to see a whole lot more.

She bent his arm back almost to the breaking point. Only Scarlett's heavily
muscled shoulders kept it from dislocating. "Last chance Scarlett, submit."

He bellowed with frustration and pain. Will wanted to fight on, to crush the
female. But she had bested him. And the pain had become unbearable. "OK, I
submit." He wheezed.

"Will you fight for me against the sheriff?"

"Yes, ma'am.

"Call me Robin."

"Yes Robin."

"Good." Marion said casting him forward. She walked over to a tree stump and
sat down. "Get over here."

Will looked at her quizzically but obeyed her command. He stopped a foot away
and paused.

"Time for your spanking. Drop your trousers." The beautiful girl said,
answering his unspoken question.

The burly male just shook his head in disbelief. A spanking was out of the
question but fear choked off any words.

"Drop your trousers Will or I'll do it for you. You don't want that, do you?"

He cringed at the feminine harshness in her voice. Will understood that one
way or another he would submit to her punishment. His hands went for his dirty
trousers.

Little John's amused chuckling died away as he watched his friend drop his
breeches and submit to the humiliating punishment. He could almost feel her
hand crack against Will's posterior. At least Marion kept it mercifully short.
She pushed Will off her lap and walked over to the other two boys.

"Any questions from you two?" the girl asked while taking the mug out of the
good friar's hands and dumping the precious golden liquid on the ground. Had a
male done this, they would have been subjected to a heavenly pummeling from
the portly man of the cloth.

"No, Robin." They said in unison.

"Good. Now get washed up. We leave in an hour."

Meanwhile, back at Nottingham Castle ...

The sheriff squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. He ate his lunch alone in his
hall. The powerful nobleman no longer desired any company. He should be happy
now with his greatest enemy defeated. But the Witch had ruined everything.

After their first depraved night together, the thoroughly evil woman made him
wear a chastity belt. Made from magical iron, only the witch could remove it.
It caused him great discomfort at the best of times. If he got aroused, the
pain increased ten fold. The Sheriff's mood had deteriorated quickly. He now
looked forward to his nights servicing the Witch's carnal desires. It least he
did not have to wear the metallic horror.

The distraught nobleman considered sending his knights into the basement to
kill the she-devil. But he discarded that idea quickly. It still left him
wearing the cursed chastity belt. Plus he had no guarantee that even his best
men could stand against her if she drank the strength potion. He also tried
some local assassins. Perhaps these stealthy killers could murder the woman
while she slept. But all of these cowards refused the job when they found out
who the target was.

Even his food tasted stale. The Sheriff, a cunning and dangerous man, had to
figure some way to out smart and defeat this new adversary. At that moment
Sarah, his buxom serving wench, entered the hall with a refill of wine. A week
ago, her entry would have brought a smile to his face. The two enjoyed a
special relationship that only a Lord and his serving girl could have. But now
her presence just caused pain.

"My Lord, are you OK." She said bending over the table to refill his goblet.
The girl's giant jugs hung scant inches from his face. More pain.

"Yes, I'm fine." He whispered.

But the girl refused to back up. "Have I displeased you in any way, My Lord?"
Her golden locks teased his face and those beautiful, luscious breasts called
to his tongue. Even more pain.

"No, please go. I have a lot on my ... " his voice trailed off.

Sarah just could not leave now. In her mind, the Sheriff must have found a
better, more beautiful serving wench. She did not mind sharing her man but
Sarah was not going to lose him with out a fight. "But sir, it has been so
long since you favored me with your affection. And I have needs."

With that her dress just fell away. The speed at which peasant girls could
disrobe never ceased to amaze the Sheriff. Her nubile body always inspired his
noble spirit. He almost reached out and touched her golden globes. Intense
pain.

The Lord of the Castle somehow got to his feet and tried to push the naked
blonde away. "Go ... .," was all he could muster.

The serving wench forced his mouth on to her waiting lips. He felt like putty
in her strong arms. Everything but his manhood. It poked her in the pleasingly
in the stomach. He still wanted her.

The Sheriff, however, could take no more and fell to his knees. His hands used
her ample but firm buttocks for support. The anguished man's face collapsed
against her soft female mound.

Sarah totally misread his actions. "Oh, Sheriff, I didn't know you liked to do
that." She said, guiding his mouth to her most sensitive regions. Occasionally
Sarah allowed servant boys to service her in this fashion but she never
considered that a gentleman would debase himself in such a way. The girl
backup to the long table and sat down. All the while keeping the Sheriff's
mouth planted between her legs.

Semi-conscious, the man did what he had been trained to do over the last week.
Sarah leaned back on her left arm while her right kept him firmly in the right
place. She purred like a kitten. Her master still loved her.

It took Sarah along time to tire of his tongue. When she finally did the girl
release his head. The Sheriff flopped to the floor. At first she thought him
dead. Panic started to set in before she saw him slowly exhale. Plus, his
erection seemed only larger than before, although it did protrude at a strange
angle. Sarah leapt to the floor and undid the princely robes.

That's when she saw the metal horror between his legs. It looked evil with
weird writing all over it. His bluish tool stuck out at an unnatural downward
angle. With a mighty heave Sarah scooped up his tall body and placed him on
the table. She wanted to call for help but a voice in the back of her head
advised caution. One false move on her part could cost her life. So the
serving wench touched his manliness just to see if it was all right. The man's
body convulsed and his seed leaked out of the tip.

Slowly the Sheriff returned to the world of the living. "What happened? What
did you do to me?" he asked sternly, noting her taste in his mouth.

"I don't know what happened, My Lord." She said with tears rolling down her
face. "What is that?"

She pointed timidly to the ugly metal contraption. That's when the Sheriff
noticed he was totally nude. Well, except for his chastity belt. Sarah wore
her serving dress. For some odd reason this made him feel vulnerable.

"It's a male chastity belt. A witch put it on me and I can't remove it." He
confided at last. It felt good to get it off his chest.

Sarah thought for a moment. "Maybe I can help you. My brother is a priest. He
can banish demons."

"Girl, if you can get this thing off me, I will be eternally grateful."

"Oh yeah, how grateful?"

The sheriff noted with some alarm that her dress had disappeared again. Her
luscious globes transfixed his gaze. "Very grateful." He said nervously. "What
are you doing?"

The naked blonde climbed on top of his prone body. He tried to move but the
girl had his arms pinned over his head and her breasts dangling in his face.
"I want to see just how grateful you are." She said before straddling his
shoulders and planting her glistening mound on to his waiting lips.

The sheriff proved to be highly grateful for everything Sarah had done or was
about to do. But he could not escape the fact as her warm fluids ran down his
cheeks, that somehow their master / servant girl relationship had radically
changed.